Shaking in silence, I walk out the door.
I just don't want to know anymore.
What just happened? And why did I know?
Something still keeps me from telling you so.
Telling you anything would be hard to bear.
I stay to the side, and I watch you from there.
Creepy, I know, how I watch every step.
Creepy how I know what's coming next.
I stare at each stair of my broken treehouse.
I tremble away like a fidgety mouse.
Sitting on my swing I go higher and higher,
My ipod in hand and attached to a wire.
I sing all the love songs that I know by heart.
You have your own play list; I sing every part.
What happened in my daydream has not happened yet.
If it happens at all, it was an off-chance bet.
I don't think that way would work very well.
You're much too stubborn to fall; I can tell.
I love you anyway, and I'm here if it does.
I'll know what to say when your phone makes that buzz.
YOU ARE READING
Unrequited {Love Poems}
PuisiLove poems. Most of which are no longer of importance, but they were, so they still matter to me.