Here i Sit

This is one of my earliest poems ive written about a certain person, so here we go.

Here I Sit
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Here I sit, breathing,
Waiting for you to see me,
Standing here, Watching,
Wondering, Why?

Why are you able to do these things,
So inconspicuous,
So insignificant,
Yet its this power you have over me,
The ability to make me want you,
The ability to make me thing,
You are the only one for me.

So as I Sit here wanting,
Your over there breathing,
Not even knowing,
Without even trying,
To destroy me.

~Daniel Chapman