I can't sleep.
The thoughts in my head
keep me from finding
comfort in my bed.
So I'm sorry if I text you.
I'm sorry if I vent about all the things I hate.
I know it's late,
and I should let you go
but it only seems fitting to let you know
that I love you.
And I know you'll never speak to me again
so as soon as I begin to talk
I become aware of what I'm doing
and stop.
Because you look right through me,
if someone asked if you knew me
you'd probably need a description of me.
"Blond hair,
blue eyes,
she's always happily surprised
when you come into a room.
No one knows why.
It'd be a lie
if I didn't say
I think she likes you."
And why you see right through me
is beyond me.
I know you're fond of me,
but not in that way.
And I don't think today
is the day to tell you.
And one day
I hope to delete all the poems
I have on my phone about you.
some how I'll have to move on
without you.
So this isn't a declaration of love.
It's more like a good bye letter.
Even better-
a goodnight letter.
I'm texting it to you
did it go through?
But there's no use asking
because I've turned on airplane mode
to lighten the load on your back.
and I know at night I just might crack
and say something stupid
Like "I love you."
So when this text lights up your screen
at least you'll know what I mean
when I say I can't tell you my crush.
And I remember you told me
you were afraid of the dark.
And you probably don't remember
that remark.
To be honest
I think everyone knows that about you.
So if it's true,
then goodnight.
I hope you use this poem as a
night light.
