Unrequited

I look towards him,

I look away when he looks

in my general direction.

I want to tell him,

but turn away,

for fear of being rejected.

Do you know?

I never care about appearances, 

but suddenly, I am conscious of myself.

Do you know?

I notice all the little things

you do.

I notice the way, 

the way your mouth twitches when you are trying not to laugh,

the way you impatiently tap your finger,

when waiting for class to end?

The way you pretend not to work,

but secretly cram 

when no one is looking?

Do you know?

I am usually a calm person,

but I always glance around weirdly

when you hang too closely to other girls.

Do you know?

Your touch makes me jump,

your voice makes me conscious

of myself, of my surroundings?

Can you see?

the times I cry alone,

the times I be myself?

Do you notice?

my ever-growing love for you?

But at the end of the day,

I know, 

my small romance is 

unrequited?

I've seen the way you look at her,

the way you talk about her,

the way you act around her.

And then I know,

this ever growing love of mine

will always be

unrequited.

Reviews

[ANTO]

Before stalking was invented there was I suppose the 'deep studying' of those who were our objects of affection. Im sure we could pass an exam on them, their habits, their nuances and their idiosyncrasies. So perfect for them we would be but alas they always have their attentions in other directions.

"my small romance is
unrequited?" - I love the unending optimism (via the question mark) but perhaps one way of looking at the unrequited loves of our lives is that is teaches us some very good lessons - for one, we can't always have what we want - objects OR people - in our lives. Secondly they are sparring lessons I feel, so we can learn to roll with the really BIG punches when they connect and so as painful as they are - and we've all suffered them - they are necessary.

This is tremendously engaging Nikolean. Well done.

[Nikolean]

Thank you!