Abundance of poems;

Afraid

My fingertips constantly
Pressing the bottoms;
Afraid to press it.

My fingertips dance with
The tapping sound of the
Keyboard as I let out a
Very heavy sigh.

My mind and my heart
Fighting whether
I should press the bottom
Or what.

"You'll just get hurt."
Says my mind.
"Give it a try."
Says my heart.

And by that;
I press the bottom
That half of me
Don't want to press and
That is the
Enter bottom.

But nothing;
Nothing came;
He did not reply.
He did not said
Anything;
He did not notice;
He did not pay me
Any single attention;
He doesn't care.
Care of my existence.

I guess;
Nothing is more
Sweeter than loving
Someone that you always
Knew from the start that
Will never love you back.