Obsession over you

A Poem by Jing

The bus stop

whispered goodbyes
what good do they mean?
do they mean dont go?

empty taxis driving past me
the last bus havent come yet
my chances of meeting him is slim
maybe its impossible
using the law of attraction didnt work
or maybe it did?
how far apart are we actually?
i have his number,email
but what is stopping me from calling him?
how i desperately wish to call him
to dial his number
to hear his voice, even his awful singing
i am not sure if he cares

my friends know nothing about how much i like him
they think its puppy love
plus, maybe he have someone he likes
we have nothing to talk about
he is so different from me
and plus, the age gap
how i wish i have no crush
how free my mind was

the impatient tapping of foot
2 buses had already past at the opposite bus stop