Just wanting to know you better, was what I had in mind
And sitting across from you, to share a smile in kind.
But conflict has always been there, just an arms length away
even though I tried to just be me, hoping that was enough to sway.
Silly made up compliments to convey a serenade,
put a smile on my lips and hope on my sleeve, it made.
After it was said, the arms length became longer
confusing me with wonder, if regret invaded stronger.
Efforts were not made; open doors and invitations ignored.
I sit here resigned with the inaction of what will not be explored.
No expectations that you ever wanted to see beyond the goofy smile.
Flighty fancy was my risk to reach beyond my safety isle.
I do not want to be a conflict, a dilemma or a doubt.
Just the genuine want of knowing me and what I’m all about.
The pressure is off, my friend. I’ll be a conflict no more.
For that’s not how I wish you to see me, so I won’t knock on your door.
I accept that my clumsy attempts at connection, in hopes to beguile,
was just not enough to keep your interest and want to stay awhile.
I just wonder why I sit in this chair, fighting for the right words to say,
when you may never crack your wall, to sit and read this anyway.