You Looked At Me

I watch you from across the room
you look up, I look away.
Do you see me?
Do you know?
I hope not
and yet, I kind of wish you did.
I look for excuses
to speak to you, talk to you.
Should I say hi?
Should I ignore you?
Should I say hi, then ignore you?
Should I flirt?
Should I act shy?
Should I tell you everything?
Should I act mysterious?
Should I be this?
Should I be that?
All these questions run through my head
an explosion of decisions.
All because you looked at me.