I don't know how personal this poem is to you, but I'm sure this is reality to some, so I feel like I should treat it as a personal thing.
I may not be the best suited person to comment on this topic, because when on rare occasion I actually have a crush on someone, or something along those lines, I tend to unabashedly admit it, with no concern for that persons gender or sexual orientation. I honestly don't think it matters; rejection feels the same regardless.
But this is about acceptance, I think(?), and as I just explained, I'm not inclined to be concerned about that, but I still feel the priorities are a little messed up. Of course, that's not something I could blame anyone for, except for maybe saying that something is wrong with the world in general. In the end, I think the only thing that matters is whether you can accept yourself for being who you are. Some people will reject you, some will even hate you, but that kind of contempt is something that pertains to anything remotely different from the norm; it's not limited to sexual oriontetion. The moment that kind of hardship becomes unbearable, is the moment you let it get to you and actually start believing that something is wrong with you. On the other hand, if you can accept yourself for who you are, that kind of hardship becomes a test of courage that ultimately will strengthen your resolve and leave you with a greater feeling of achievement. I think. Sorry, that was kind of a long ramble.
Anyway, the possibility of rejection comes later; first is acceptance of yourself and your own feelings. Gender doesn't matter in that equation.
i am certain i have reviewed this already... but a second look never hurts.. i wont psychoanalyze like i did the first time. However, this poem is NOT about a random encounter (sure i said i wouldn't psychoanalyze but hey.. why not.. its what i do) This poem is about you and you alone.. Problem is, you deduce yourself to minimalistic proportions.. IF I AM WRONG.. which i am sure i am on a few points.. but i know im right with a balanced weight and measure from all of your writing.. flush the victim.. because your talent is wasted on the victim ideal.. you are so talented as a writer, make your readers the victim for once, and then.. i will be flabbergasted literally floored.. still rating this a 95/100 you are talented, you just need to focus the lens..
Keeping that kind of stuff bottled up is always hard as heck. You can almost hear the inner yearning in the voice of the writer, as her heart is slowly coming undone. This is good.
interesting because i have felt the same thing about both the male and the female gender, and i agree with the following lines:
"She probably has a boyfriend, he’s probably captain of the football team.
She deserves so much better, so I’ll keep my crush inside me.
She’ll never know I love her, no one shall ever know. "
(i dont agree with the:
"She deserves so much better")