And we're back to square one again.
He's here, I tell myself, he's not.
He's looking, and I convince myself, he's not.
But something has changed between us, that I can't deny.
Like a book shifted slightly out of place.
My mind makes all the effort, but my heart refuses to ignore
Something so strong, so fierce, I've never felt before.
Every fiber of mine is alert, all senses heightened,
Every part of me wants to go out to him,
Say the words I wrote.
As I watch him frown and look,
I hope he realizes how much it took,
For me to write a simple note.
Just one word, the doctor had suggested.
He'll know, he'd said to me.
Convinced as I was, I felt the utmost unease,
What if I'm not to him, what he's to me?
"Pride and Prejudice" may be the way,
What if our worlds shall never collide?
What if ego, a demon as old as time,
Must create a line
Our different worlds, it may define?
The uncertainty claws at my heart.
As realization hits,
I may just be the redhead visitor,
At his place of work.
How wrong and disastrous would it be
For me to just ask for some-
"Coffee?"
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Him & Her
PoetryHe is in love with her. She is in love with him. Their problem? She can't speak. He doesn't know if he can wait. But they both want a happy ending. Badly. A love that was mute, unspoken, but deep, all the same. It's not complicated. Unless you're...
