The Signs of my Cross

Or, oops I did it again

How do I know you like me?
Will you show me?
Or will there be subtle hints?

The noise around tells me about a certain look.
Or how your body is positioned.
Or even a slight variation in your tone.

How will I know that you like me?
If I don’t give you the sign.
Because
Even though my voice breaks when i see you
I cover it with laughter
My body wants to be as close to yours
But I’ll make sure there’s enough distance
that only the fibres of my very being can
reach you like tiny invisible tentacles
And my eyes,
my eyes look for you everywhere,
except when you look for me

So, can I drop you the biggest hint?
And tell you how I feel
It’s never done me any good before
And I wonder if it ever will
When I said the words,
Oops, it happened again.

They say the opposite of love is indifference
And, oh boy, don’t I know
’cause in an instant the chasm grew
The words no longer flow
between us like they used to
And the eyes, they no longer look
nor acknowledge my existence

And maybe this is the biggest sign
That you’re not into me
And those hints, those signs,
were only in this head of mine