𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓓𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝓲𝓽

Can you give me what I need?
Can you please me or just keep me satisfied?
I’ve been quiet for a while.
I’ve been observing your persona and the way your walk is obsurd.
But I still like it.
I’ve been wanting to tell you why.
It just doesn’t come out.
The only person affected by this is me.
I’m not sure why you don’t see it.
Why am I so hard to notice?
I’ve been trying to confess my feelings.
Instead I bite the bullet.