Poems from an atelophobic

8- Rejection

It all started with a text, not knowing what was coming next.
That you would leave me on an emotional roller coaster, not knowing what to expect.
We started talking each day, more and more,
Not knowing that my feelings for him were slowly knocking at the door.
I tried to deny it, thought that it was too soon,
To admit that I had a crush, that he made my heart swoon.
I felt myself falling nearer and nearer each day, not knowing it was my heart that was going to get played.
I decided to be bold, and listen to what I was told, so I asked him out.
He said no of course, but I still had hope...
Hope that he would like me somehow, that his mind would be woke.
I know I'm not the best person, and I'm kind of boring, but damn...
He was sleeping on me to the point he was snoring.
I started to believe again. In a word called love.
My heart then felt as light as a dove.
Oy! But if only my heart knew what was coming next, I would've warned myself to wish for the best.
I saw the thing I didn't want to see in the end,
The text that said "I only like her as a friend."
I couldn't sleep for days, I wept so much that tears would fall no longer.
I tried to make myself believe that this would make me stronger.
But it didn't.
Now I'm more of a mess and more insecure.
Moral of the story: don't fall in love if your heart isn't mature.