Wandering wonders

I wonder if you know what it feels like not being able to think about anything else but a person.

I wonder if you know it's harder to function when you wonder alone; whilst the other remains oblivious.

I wonder if you know how much it hurts to mean nothing to you.

I wonder if you'll miss me when I don't come over anymore.

I wonder if you know even the surface of the turmoil inside me when I keep it all inside fearing that I would scare you off.

I wonder if you know that I realized it doesn't matter anyway what I do, I'm still losing you despite all my fears.

I wonder if you know every time I was there or anywhere around wasting time waiting for you to show up, was only to be visible to you.

Was only so that I can tell you to your face.

I miss you, the person.