Poetry From The Heart

Telling You

My heart pounds in my chest, my breathing doesn't seem easy. I'm sure my face is flushed an embarrassing shade of red. You're walking calmly beside me, asking questions that I answer simply, not wanting to meet your eye.

I stop when we reach our departing spot, you look at me with that smile I've grown all too used to. "You said you had something to tell me earlier?" You say, posing it as a question.

"Yeah." I say, looking everywhere but at you. "I'm an idiot." I mutter to myself, balling my fists and locking my jaw.

"Hey," you say, your voice is all too soft. I feel your hand gently lift my head up by my chin, making me look into those intoxicating brown eyes I've grown too used to. The skin under your hand grows warm.

"You're not an idiot. You're really smart actually," you say with that small teasing smile that I love. "Whatever it is that you want to tell me, I won't make fun of you, I promise." And with that, you remove your hand, leaving me to bear my own weight.

"I wanted to say this in the best way. I recited what I'd say over and over in my mind," I say quietly so that only you can hear.

"But a part of me knew that I'd chicken out. So, I wrote a poem." I reach in my pocket and pull out the folded paper with my hand writing that I had worked so hard on the day before.

I look into your eyes again and hand you the paper. "Give me an answer tomorrow, okay?" And with a small nod from you, I walk away, not looking back to see you unfolding the piece of notebook paper that had my scrawled poem. I didn't look back to see your soft expression, or to see you tracing the words of my poem with your fingers. I didn't see the smile on your face or hear the small laugh you let out. I didn't see you whispering to yourself that you do, you do like me too.

I never looked back that day, and the next day I avoided you, trying to avoid the aching heart break I was sure was to happen. But you found me, and recited my poem right back to me.

Roses with the most beautiful morning dew.
Their petals are soft at every touch.
I see you in the distance, your smile all too intoxicating, your eyes breathtaking.
I forget the roses and their dew covered petals, the softness of those beautiful petals.
You're the only thing over taking my mind.
You say that 'howdy' that makes me grin, and my heart is pounding too quickly for me to come to my senses.
I should tell you how I feel.
I should tell you before it's too late.
But the fear of another heart break keeps me from saying what I desperately want to say.
But I'll say it now, before it's all too late for you and me,
I like you.
Do you like me?

My eyes well with tears as you recite the words I'd worked so hard on. "I like you too, Rosa."

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That scene didn't happen, sadly. No, but it was just a dream.

Sad, isn't it?

But I did tell my crush that I like him in a different way! And I found out that he actually likes me back! I'm freaking out. But anyways...

The poem in italics wasn't a part of the dream but I thought it was a nice touch to this little scene.

A poem within a poem! Mind blown? I'm not, I actually read a poem with that idea and fell in love with it so decided to incorporate it into my own writing.

That poem will also be another part of this book alone, but in more detail, just so you know.

I hope you enjoyed it, vote, comment and share if you please.

Rosa Vazquez.