Those faded smiles have returned.

Am I predictable or is this love?
It's been 23 days. You noticed. Or did you? I thought you did.
Did you notice that I noticed? Did I notice when you did?

Past traumas controlling my mind.
This time, always this time. Last time is no use.
My faded smiles have returned, this time they're for you. You see them coming.
Eyes shut, somehow you know when they're there.

You know me. How do you know me?
I don't even know myself.
Am I predictable, or is this love?

The tears, they turn people away. Run.
Always running. I run from myself.
Why do you stay?

Speaking three words I've heard before, this time they're spoken like I do.
I mean what I say.

Someday, I might surprise you. This is love.