Wide
Partially blue eyes,
I know,
Because I made it my mission
To know,
So that when I paint my hero,
My shining knight
In the stars,
He is recognizable.
Now,
We live in crowds,
Strangers
Become friends, and
Friends are forgotten,
No longer long conversations,
But rather
Polite smiles in passing.
Girls,
Pretty, no, beautiful,
And worth so much more than
Me,
For example,
Smile at him,
Because I don’t say ‘hello,’
I’m afraid to repeat our mistakes.
He
Talks right back,
Ignores me,
And walks out,
What is this feeling?
I feel wrong.
Is it jealousy?
Over and done, I thought,
But
I care,
Or
Is it selfishness?
Am I conceited
To think
He should still be mine,
When I don’t want to be
His?
