Unheard Confession

I saw him sitting on a bench at the train station

He was waiting for a ride

I can feel that he’s filled with tension

But I don’t know why.

 

He was sitting there all alone.

I called him but he didn’t hear me.

He was listening music in his earphones

His face looks pessimistically.

 

I sat beside him

And I think he didn’t notice it.

The space between us is thin

That makes my heart skip a beat

 

I’m so nervous and suddenly, I blurted it out.

“Why is the person you fall for was never me?”

He didn’t react, He seems to space out.

I’m disappointed but at the same time, I'm happy that he didn’t hear anything.

 

It makes my heart goes faster with each beat and it won’t stop racing

Then the train came and he rode it.

I confessed to him my feelings.

I’m glad that he didn’t hear anything of it.

Author's Note

Just ignore the grammar problems... >.<

Reviews

[Jed Sabffle]

Nice poem! :)
Great images flashed through my brain.

But I think this poem would be better if this is written as a prose. You can use more words that will fit the best in your piece.

Anyway, I totally liked it. You clearly expressed the idea.
Keep it up! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem a lot. I would like to go back to people who left me. Why did they escape my life? Your ending was perfect. Some questions need to be left unanswered. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Groovy]

Images so beautifully achieved.

[Boldpen]

Great write. Loved the story told. Nice job!

[BeccaB]

different well written and well done nice writing ^_^

[Manpreet]

An ineteresting write!

[Leon R]

Very sweet and gentle. It's also very easy for reading. Good job.

[Tai Ryens]

Well, it's a poem, you shouldn't really care much about grammar anyways. At least in my eyes, a poem can defy as many grammar rules as it wants, just as long as the message still flows clearly and emotions flow with the poem. Anyways, great poem! You took 'expressing out feelings' to another level, as a form of release instead of a way to tell him/her how we feel. Amazing job!

[Seshat Nidaba]

Sounds like a mild-sweet case of air-port love. Tender t'was.