Derrek R.'s Poetry Book

Those People

Oh no.

Here comes,

Another Love Poem.

This time,

It is about those people.

Whom we meet,

And instantly like.

We become friends. And we talk,

A lot.

Then we like them,

As in,

We have a crush on them.

Oh no.

We begin to avoid them.

We do not tell them. 

We wait.

We begin to grow distance.

Then we lose them,

To someone else.

We begin to grow sad.

We can not let go and move on. 

We wait some more.

We wait.

And then we have the chance to talk to her.

To ask her out.

But we do not. 

So we wait.

And bug our friends,

And wish we would stop waiting.

So we talk to her.

What would she say?

What could she say?

That is what we think. 

Of course WE means I. 

Thanks for listening.

I needed to write this.

It is really personal. 

THANKS!