Then I realized it wasn’t from you
and suddenly things were dim again.
My heart heeds not to my minds warnings.
“I just want fun”.
I re-read pass messages and my heart falls deeper into this despair.
Don’t worry you didn’t know, it’s not you it’s me I swear.
I’ll blame it all on my period later.
The excess estrogen makes me vomit truth.
You’re following me but you don’t really follow me.
Oblivious to the clear cut signs.
Your eyes skip over the “I LIKE YOU” in bold on your dash.
Your ears mute the happiness in my voice when you say hello.
All you hear is a moan.
Please don’t feel bad… you couldn’t know I wanted you.
I already know how it is.
It doesn’t stop my heart from being hopeful.