Waste

Poem I wrote a month ago about a girl I've had a crush on for several months and been too scared to talk to. I've finally talked to her, and now it looks like I might actually get at least a date.

Day after day, I watch as you pass me by.

Always afraid to speak, even if only to say "hi."

My stomach sinks when our eyes meet.

I'm shaken to my core, unstable on my feet.

If I could just squeak out a simple hello, I might be fine.

Instead, I gaze awkwardly in torment, barely able to smile.

Whenever you've passed by, I feel my hope slip away.

As if I'll never speak a word to you; failing day by day.

It kills me to be so weak, to not go after the things I want.

It's like I'm tied up in a web. I feel so helplessly caught.

Will I ever be brave enough to speak? Or forever remain mute?

Always terrified of failure, I've not the strength for pursuit.

I feel like a wall without mortar; too fragile to push, too strong to move.

Both outcomes are the same. I'm so terrified, I always lose.