I don't like you at all. I don't listen to your voice, I don't sneak looks at you, in fact, I couldn't care less about you. My heart doesn't melt when you say my name nor does it stop when I look up to see your smile. I don't wish that you would notice me anymore than you already do and it doesn't matter to me how close we are as friends. It doesn't bother me when you walk farther and farther away from me; I even avoid you because I don't care. And I can't tell you anything of this because it would be really rude.
That is a lie.
I like you too much. The sound of your voice is home and I constantly sneak looks at you when I think you're not looking. It seems like every part of me melts when I hear you say my name and I can hardly breathe when I see you smile at me. Sometimes I wish you would just notice me more and that we were closer friends than the acquaintances that we are. Everytime you walk away, I feel like following you and I avoid you because I care too much. And I can't tell you any of this because I would rather live in the dream world where you might like me too rather than facing the reality that you don't.
this is amazing I love it you have a true gift NaE. keep up the good work! I'll be looking forward to reading more of your work.
ReplyDeletehaha. Funny...This post is such an exagerration. In fact, that's all of my poetry.I take my feelings and then put them in like a blender of words and then put a bunch of sparkly sprinkles on it and yeah...
ReplyDeletehuh...the last sentence is so SAD...Maybe I need therapy or something.
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