Do you need someone
She puts on a crooked smile, one that reminds me of a village fool, a madwoman turned out of home and onto the streets. It makes me cold. She waits for you; waiting to see if you were blind, blind to her faults, to her likes, to her crumbling insides. The world outside moves on, nothing stops, yet it won't stop her from falling and falling. I could see her eyes and I wanted to look at you, look you in the eye, to make you stop, to make you understand because I understand her. It was not my place, and so I'm invisible to your naked eye. I cried for her that night, even if she may not mean much to anyone, not to the world, where so much stuff needs our care. But it's true when they say that sometimes one person can mean the world, so a person have that potential to be that significant in another's life. I do not know her and she knows me not. Yet maybe I may feel akin to her. We are both similar, maybe I knew her. Getting to know someone you want to know is exhilarating, a whirlwind grows inside you, an overpowering urge and delight when you suddenly find pieces of the person whom you've gown to know and love. Then the ugly insecurities and doubt creeps into your heart, when then will they leave? And if you don't, your ever optimistic hope inside your heart, will one day become a crooked smile upon your face. "Hey do I know you?"