A poem of quiet heartbreak
Standing, desperate
A fleeting conversation
Simply a joke to you
When I see you
(And I always do-
You’re noticeable)
I always stand back and wait
Ducking my blushing head
For you to see me too
If you even approach me
I can’t speak
Wallowing in self pity
Of course you wouldn’t want me
Who would when you’re so special?
I can’t try to measure up
But still I want you
Still I want you to want me





















