The Things I Leave Unsaid

58. To Catch a Stolen Glimpse

Lengthy hallways,

those side glances,

So indifferently,

our stances;

Wondering are you lying

with those devil eyes like me?

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It's not some budding romance.

We don't ever even speak.

But accidents can happen, does my face

tell you everything?

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Never was a lover

But more than just a friend

Grew up a bit together

And didn't foresee an end.

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Daily, subtly, I observe,

Like me you're all alone;

Traveling through these crowded halls

Like we have never known:

Happiness at the hands

Of one another.

Like we only see

what's surrounding each other.

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But on my part I'm lying,

And inside I'm dying,

For you to see me too.

Undortunately social skills aren't my forté

And I don't know what to do,

To make you notice me again

And love me like I've always loved you.

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Swift your feet with an even gait,

But stumbling 'round your mind all day.

Is it less than sane to imagine

Perhaps you remember me too?

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Once in a moon, so blue, catch a glimpse

of your eyes trained back on me.

And that's the cruelest thing you could do,

For it brings back memories.

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Of our hands and fingers,

Somehow glued together.

Tears overpowered

by your infectious laugher.

Hypnotically making me

forget most my pain,

and pine all the rest

momentarily away.

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Back then I never bothered to worry

for I thought it'd never change.

But our blood was the force

that was driven between us,

And I made a bad exchange.

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Young, too young,

To know any better,

But still I curse all the days,

That could have been spent

Entertained in your light

And not wishing the past away.

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I blame the blood,

and my scapegoat is God,

And though yes, both did partake,

Quietly in my mind I acknowledge,

My love was all my mistake.

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How foolish to give away a heart,

Something so easy to break.

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I want to believe so badly

That these little looks aren't just me.

I'm biased I know, I want it to be true,

So I don't know if what I see,

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Can be trusted enough

to allow in the doubts,

Should I let myself believe?

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But no, no, it's far too much

to ever dare to hope,

For if it isn't truthful,

I don't see how I could cope.

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Love is far too powerful

And it hurts to try to breathe

Through a pair of lungs

so desperate to find

a matching heart to beat.

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so until I am sure you're not lying,

I'll pretend to be ever content,

Yet, all the while, still hoping

to catch a stolen glimpse again.

~Dustin the Great