Time's games

There were you.
There were you giving the attention.
I was trying to get calm, keep the distance, deem as if nothing would ever happen between you and me.
'til there was the time when I was starting to think about the analogy of growing flower.
That happened well, as well as... I have never expected.
Time just went well.
'til there was the time when the other thoughts appeared, screaming out loud in front of my brain (or heart?), saying:
What the hell are you doing?
It's not only your stupid feeling existing in this world, ya know?
So please, use your brain and heart, before that feeling ends up bringing you only to vain.

I didn't listen to it...
'til there is the time, by now,
that happens. That really does.
And I was stupid then.