Mixed Signals

Antoine TABET, Terminale

One day, your eyes are constantly on me
The next, I catch you staring only barely
How long do we have to keep up this dance
Before we finally, for better or worse, get out of this trance?

Somedays, I see you feel the chemistry between us
Others, I feel alone in my fantasy of you and me, thus
I debate asking you point-blank what’s on your mind
But I’m afraid of your answer because maybe I’m blind

Am I being too reluctant? Should I be more blunt?
Or will it make you run away like it does almost everyone?
I am at a loss, like I’m looking at us in 144 pixels
But I’m challenging myself to one day decrypt your mixed signals

I swore to myself I would never get attached
But our tangos make it almost impossible to detach
I love it when you lead, and hope you like it when I do
And even though I never want to stop dancing, I’d die to know how you feel, too

I could make you feel things you never even thought possible
If you would only, for once, send a crystal clear signal
Maybe one day you’ll be ready to take this leap of faith
But my past heartbreaks taught me not to wait in vain