Clue-Less

Late 2004, methinks. This poem was written about a friend of mine who I hadn't realized I liked as more than a friend until after I moved. We called each other "brother" and "sister" because of how close we were.

It's funny how things are not always how they seem.

I loved you and you loved me.

We were unaware of our feelings for each other.

I thought you were only a friend

So I called you my brother.

This made you call me your sister

Even though we both wanted to be a little bit more

But we were both unaware

And blissfully clue-less.

If only we had both knew this,

If only we had both knew how it was meant to be.

Then maybe we would have been together.

But the time is lost

And the opportunity wasted.

You have no clue how hard it is for me to say this.

But I still want to talk, it is my turn

To say these three words: I love you.

Author's Note

I really, REALLY don't like this one. XP My older poetry annoys me... Because I don't think I write like that anymore. Oh well. XD It shows a piece of how I was when I was younger. Odd to think that that was not really that long ago.

Reviews

[Sandi Alford]

I happen to like this piece Jessica. your disengaging, casual language,
"It's funny how things are not always how they seem"

I, as reader, feel the immediacy of it and the invitation to be privy to your thoughts.

"But we were both unaware
And blissfully clue-less."

the innocense of young love held back, not knowing what to do with it.
And your conclusion gives me the real feeling of regret.
A very good piece, and you should not discount it. Everyone started someplace.
You should instead look back fom time to time and say 'self- look how far I've come' :)

Keep penning!
hugs from Holland,
Sandi