I Don’t Know Why I Like You This Much

I just don’t know how you do it.
I don’t.
I’m impressed actually.
It’s so impeccably astonishing how you turn everything in a blink of an eye.
How you come without thinking of a goodbye, and how you leave without a chance of a hello.

I just don’t know how you do it.
I don’t.
I feel nothing actually.
It’s so astounding how you break my heart without even trying.
How you are constantly on my mind, you never even say a word to me.

I just don’t get why you did it.
I don’t.
I don’t even know if I want to know.
I just know how real your disappearance is, and how unreal your presence was.
I am your someone, sometimes, somewhere, in between something.
Something that I don’t know.

I do know one thing.
I know I fall for you.
And I make myself fall for it.
For all the words you never meant, all the time you’re ready to leave, all the promises you’re about to forget.
And it’s all on me. It’s never on you, there’s never a string.

I shouldn’t know how you do it.
I shouldn’t know why you did it.
I just shouldn’t.

And it’s all on me.
Because I’m the only one who can turn back everything in a blink of an eye.
Who will never think of a goodbye, who will stay for a hello, and will never want to leave.
Who will try not to break your heart, who will always find a way to talk to you without ever considering if I am ever on your mind.
Who will make you my someone, everywhere, every time, not in between.
And see, I’ll find someone who deserve my falling.
Someone who will be the reason I fall.