You...

I was once told that some people

Just get under your skin and stay

But what about those who get in your head

And never leave. . .

Even if they were not invited?

They have a way of making you crazy

And making your second guess yourself.

It is even worse when they do not belong there

When they have no right. . .

But that is how emotions are

They come as a surprise

And often times many tears are shed

When we discover it will be nothing more

Than a painful dream that will never be

Or we discover those emotions are wasted

On someone that can not appreciate them.

I did not ask you to be my muse

But you are

I do not want you to inspire me

But you do

I do not want to see your eyes

Each time I close my own

But I can not escape them.

Why did you have to go and be so noticeable?

Instead of another face in the crowd?