Wishful Thinking

I gain nothing with uncertainty, maybe that’s why I have grown bored with games.

Regardless of the time, I still respect you.

I still see you in a light of your own.

I still think you’re intriguing or whatever word that fits.

I’ve reprimanded myself for treating you like you wanted more than this. I rather act like you do not exist.

There is no use of telling you how I feel; if it wasn’t a waste of time, was it real?

I rather act as if you were another among numbers, that would be true.

A number I should not have pulled.

A number, I still am infatuated with.