I Fall in Love with Many People Every Day

I fall in love with many people every day.

I fall in love with people I pass on campus,
with people that sit next to me in a class,
with people that I make eye contact with
in the dining hall for a few short seconds.

I fall in love with people hoping that they
will fall in love with me too.

As I pass them on campus,
sit next to them in a class,
make eye contact with them
in the dining hall.

I fall in love with people hoping to forget.

I fall in love with many people every day,
hoping to forget how much I love you.
Hoping to forget that the love I have
is a waste of love on you when you
don’t love me too.

I fall in love with many people every day,
wishing, hoping, dreaming, that maybe
you will love me as much as I love you.

Because the sudden swoon of love
with a stranger every day,
when I pass them on campus,
sit next to them in a class,
make eye contact in the dining hall,
is more than the love I get from you,
which is barely any love at all.

I fall in love with many people every day.

But I don’t fall as in love with them,
as I have fallen in for you.