Odd one. (2012)

a "poem" about confusing people who unintentionally play with others' feelings.

You're an odd one.
Sometimes I think I've got you figured out,
while other times like right now,
I'm hopelessly lost.

You make me feel strange. In a good way.
When I think about you, my heart flutters away and my mind goes blank
and I end up with a stupid grin on my face,
thinking about the last time you made me laugh.

I like talking to you,
joking with you.
But what I enjoy the most is when we're not speaking,
when we are sitting together, listening to music.
Just enjoying each other's company.

During these times I tried my hardest not to just lean in and kiss you,
or even just hold your hand.
Just something that I could show you how I feel,
how much I want to be yours,
and you to be mine.

But no, I didn't do a thing.
I knew better than that.
I would think that now would be the best time to tell you
since you're not with him anymore
but I just don't know.

You really are an odd one.
Sometimes I think you may feel the same about me as I do about you.
Other times, like now,
I have no clue.

So, will you please show a sign,
that I'm not wasting my nights
on you?

Author's Note

This is a dumb free-verse poem I wrote about a boy I couldn't get over, I wrote it two years ago.