Infatuation is merely a cover. It gets you over other things.

Do you know, that we can manipulate ourselves easily?
If you keep feeding yourself with the statement that you can't get over it,
you shall be stuck in quicksand and be drenched by your self-fulfilling prophesy.

Hence, we shall live on.

"Infatuation"

Those first few glances irked me
but when you drew closer, I saw that gleam in
those eyes, those understanding windows,
a turbulent rush of emotions,
sorrow amongst many, windows
to another entity altogether.

You remind me of someone
I once knew.

But people tend to like the same kind of people,
not for the people they once knew.

Those defined jaws of strength, and that
euphoria and those moments of sheer joy.
That period redefined the list that made the mark.
That late afternoon, when you wore that simple shirt,
nothing to distract me from your kind smile.

Or was it the attention you gave that drew me?
Those understanding windows.
Repeatedly, until we were attuned to each other.
Distinct individuals with small moments of eye contact.

I saw you again.
And that friendly smile,
and a reciprocal smile.

If I only I really knew you.
And if you knew what my smile meant.

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Hahaha! This is such a super mushy poem.
It is my first blissful poem if my memory serves me right.
I have not done posts in that dreary manner in a pretty long time.
Just read a reading that many writers suffer from depression and mental instabilities.
It is probably due to the perpetual need to be sorrowful in order to compose an impressive piece of work.

I should be studying!
I love to study. I am a bookworm.

I feel so formal.
Hahaha.
And yeah, I just read the "Yes, Now I remember" poem and I do realise something.
Yeah. (: Haha, be glad for good memories.

What is love actually?
There are countless kinds of love, and the greatest of all is Agape love that God gives to us.

Is Lust love?
Hmm.
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Little actions.
Your reactions.
Humans!