Shy Sonnets

It’s not that I am unnoticed often
I merely wish to be noticed by you
I do not know of you doing so though
When I see you my mood seems to soften
I, out of air as if in a coffin,
Am not able to do things to pursue
For fear that it would end in falling through
It is hard when our paths must be crossin’
But I know that you do not see me there
I am to you only a wisp of air
Too bad I can not tell you how I feel
I have to pretend that it is not real
The situation we are in is poor
We are not even friends, but I wish more