7 Months
The first time I saw you, and our gazes met
Butterflies in my stomach, heart pounding in my chest
Exchanged hello’s from our lips, smiles on our faces
I thought then, we might be going places
On the bus we share stories, of successes and plights
Offer new perspectives, rein in unique lights
Gain the courage to ask, this kind, bubbly soul
If she could be so kind, offer the number to her phone
Three o’clock AM, sharing our favourite songs
Laughing about our tastes, exposing our past wrongs
Embracing each other’s’ thoughts, accepting it with care
Sincerity overrules, enveloping this affair
Though such precious friends, still we remain
Need to muster up strength, for the next step to attain
When fearfulness pervades, honesty defends
I decide to be open, ask to be more than just friends
In person I desire to utter the question
She deserves to have my undivided attention
I wait two weeks, to get thoughts together
But what I encountered, to think, I could never
Across the schoolyard I gaze, I question my vision
That love I adored, I need an optician
My head starts to spin, my heart fills with dread
Those lips with anothers, my hopes are now dead
Keep up a façade, did not see a thing
Wishing to know if she’d bring it to me
“How was your day?” I merrily exclaim
“Pretty boring, how’s yours?” “Oh, just the same.”
I couldn’t believe it, my mind became lost
We always were honest, even if we’d accost
Confused I stay, in daze for weeks
Until one day, there’s a question she seeks
“Do you like me?” were the characters I view
“Of course, ever since I first had met you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me, when we were so close?”
“I was building up courage; soon, I’d propose.”
No words from her lips, unless a request
To help her with math, or unburden her stress
Became the side guy, a soul without spirit
Only hoped one day she’d come by to clear it
Many months later, two thoughts endured
The pain of that loss, and the desire to be cured
I decided one day to ask her opinion
“Are we still friends?” questioned the tired minion
“Do what you want and I’ll respond in the same.”
What answer was that? I stood there with shame
Not for myself, but the one I admired
Her personality was gone, laid off or fired
I laughed and retreated, realizing my folly
To fawn o’er a girl, been hit with a volley
Of hurt and despair, that I won’t redo
All from the thought, “because I love you.”