Another letter you'll never see.

It started as a letter in my mind.
Maybe written down, it'll end as a poem.
Maybe just seemingly random thoughts.
Probably just random thoughts, thrown together
And called by some "free verse" poetry.
Or maybe even something else.
Maybe I just don't know.
Sometimes I wonder if you know I like you.
If you just like playing with my heart,
Messing with my mind, my feelings.
Is that what this is?
Do you only talk to me
Because you know I'm so crazy for you?
Do you only smile at me
Because you know your smile makes me melt?
Or are you completely unaware of how I feel?
Maybe it's that you know I like someone
That I'm head-over-heels crazy for someone
And you just don't know it's you?
I wish I could tell you who you are
I wish I had the guts to just say
Hi. I like you.
But I don't. And I never will.
Because I'm so scared that you won't feel the same way.
You want the truth?
I know you don't feel the same way. I just know it.
But I wish you did.
I wish so bad.

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