April 28: You had loved me more days than none
Dedicated to @SparkToFlame
I have loved you 1,111 days,
and you have loved me more.
I yearn long wish hope
just really want to receive some recognition
of my continued existence
from you.
We were friends of a hesitant sort,
for a short while,
never really communicating
so much as talking,
I, for the sake of remaining cool and distant
(as was my demeanor),
and you for politeness.
You never hated me,
I have no question of that fact.
That at least makes it okay.
I see you in the halls… and that’s it.
We never even speak. It’s making me hurt
just a little, on the inside.
You have loved me 1,200 days,
and I have loved you none.
You have loved me more powerfully than waterfalls,
but you’re afraid I don’t love you back;
I certainly never show that I do.
We were friends of the hesitant sort,
you were always watching to see some sign, some quirk of the eyebrows,
that would tell you that I loved you too.
But that quirk never came, and I was cool and distant.
And so you kept up airs of politeness.
The thought of anything but loving me has never even crossed your mind.
You would have dreams of me,
but you pushed them down, supposing I didn’t feel the same.
You see me in the halls. You notice my bright blue eyes looking at you
and your soul flies with the contact of eyes.
Then I quickly glance away, pretend I didn’t see you,
and your soul goes into a tail-dive, landing somewhere near your feet.
And doing this every day is hurting you. Something inside of you is breaking so far it cannot mend.
You have loved me 1,200 days,
and I have loved you none.
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