Walls

 It’s warm, and familiar

It’s familiar to feel this but the warmth and the nerves are new

You’re different, but I remember you from the years past

I think inferiority, the indecision, and doubt is exactly the same except now there’s more reason for it, and less fight on my end

I’ll just sit down and accept my failure, because I’m not surprised

And I’ll realize my feelings and avoid you before anything could happen, before you or your friends could know

I’ll gradually stop talking to you, or talking about you

And hopefully the thoughts and fantasies will die too

Eventually, I’ll forget to ponder the wonder of your melody, echoing down the hall and resonating in my mind

Or I’ll arrange a new piece, fixate on that composition instead

 That’s just what I do,

When I like someone, I try to forget