DOUBT IT...A Poem by AlieahRoseDoubt it… At this point, I’m not exactly sure what to think. There are a lot of reasons for me to be worried or mad, but there aren’t any for me to be happy. If I send him a message telling him I’m over “us” that just would make me feel worse. Yet, I know for a fact that he just wouldn’t care. So I just don’t do anything. How can I use my voice, if there’s no one to listen? Sometimes, the conversations we have bring tears to my eyes. Every guy talks about sex, right? Wrong. This guy, talked about everything but that. That subject only came up, if I brought it up. Now I look like the bad girl. Well not necessarily, because I have the mindset of a guy. And the whole thing with this guy, is that we have way too much in common. That’s both good and bad. Good because I can kind of know what he would do, in a certain situation. Bad because I know myself. There for, I know him. Which means, he’s probably mad at me about God knows what. Then I have to look at the fact that, something really is wrong, and that it has absolutely nothing to do with me. The problem with that is, he knows for a fact, that he can come talk to me. If I ever made him feel otherwise, he’d tell me. Then I ask myself, why do I care? It’s not like wherever he is, he’s thinking of me. I think that if I act mad, I won’t feel so worried about something bad happening to him. And I know I sound selfish, but when it’s been a year without liking anyone, and you catch yourself falling for someone that’s clearly not there, what the world am I suppose to think? Not talking to him, is like not eating. It’s a given that at some point, you will feel the effects of starvation. I really need to eat right now. But, is that going to be happening anytime soon? I hope so, but, I doubt it… -ALIEAH… © 2010 AlieahRose |
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