A poem of heartbreak. |
I like you, but you don’t like me. This isn't how it’s supposed to be. I've seen the movies, the late ones on TV, where the guy gets the girl, or is that just fantasy? I know that you didn't mean to crush my feeble heart into mush. My heart’s true feelings started to flow and gush, but that all stopped with one quick hush. I asked you; I shared with you my wish but that one wish turned to anguish. Those times I had learned to cherish, would soon be gone, would soon perish. Things are awkward, things aren't good, things won’t get better, at least that’s the likelihood. I can’t look at you without thinking about what could, what would have happened if I had just stood. If I didn't talk, if I just kept it within. Took all of my feelings and tossed them in a bin. Or locked them up in a solid metal tin. Then none of this would have never been. You have no idea how much it hurts to watch all the other guy’s flirts. I make subtle glances, trying not to be overt. But I end up staring, not at all covert. Life goes on, the feelings go away. For a while things are cloudy, in a shade of gray. But I keep going, each and everyday and I tell myself I didn't like you anyway. |