I hate when I feel

I hate when I feel

Because I know it’s not real

The way you look at me, I feel

Something that is not real.

Maybe it’s a possibility

But it’s not reality

But why do your sentences allude me

I get lost in the things that you’re saying

It feels like I have some sort of connection with you

But I know it’s my mind playing a game that’s not true

A need which is not real, and you simply are beautiful

I as a man have realized I can let a flower be

If I see it walking by, there’s no need to rip the roots from it’s feet

Now I realize as I get older, all I did was fill a need

But now I realize it’s my mind lying to me,

For eye contact is not love or anything

But still, there’s this feeling I get when someone says the same thing

When our eyes interconnect and we talk easily

Forever, I will long to hold someone’s hand in that need,

But I am getting old and I realize it’s no longer everything.