Moving On?

They say if you really want someone, that person will feel the exact opposite way.
Maybe it's time for me to let go all of you, to stop creating you in my mind, to dare erasing you from my dreams.
Maybe your feelings will change, you will be the one who is so gonna beg for my presence like what I have been doing all this time.
I'm tired, dude
Who do you think you are? Stealing my years only to hope for something unsure
You, the man I have been going straight to
You, the man I almost forgot what your name is
You, the man I barely recognize in person
I hardly have knowledge of you but acted like knowing you in my writings
Maybe it's the right time to say goodbye?
It's the best moment to stop composing words for you
Maybe I am moving on?
Maybe just maybe
Or I'm just in the worst phase of denial?
I don't know...

                             

Guilty Pleasure

Witnessing your smiles
Watching your moves
Hearing your thoughts
Reading your expressions
I can't help but adoring you
A figure I've been dreaming on
A person I wish I had to protect me
You make me giggle
You boil my blood
You burn my cheeks
I don't know...
You're so caring, your words are magic
I know I ain't allowed to feel like this
To have a peculiar molecule in me for you
Something I can't define
Something I ain't sure what it is called
I am prohibited to sense such thing
For you are already claimed
For you already have your own life
But it's fun to pass the boundary
To break the limitation
To cross the line
To have an extraordinary imagination
To be nuts over someone that ain't even mine
Sucha guilty pleasure, ain't it?