Okay, I wrote this after reading something (don't remember what it was). Perhaps I was just feeling depressed or something. There's no point to this, so please be kind in your comments (yes, I want comments! *big puppy dog eyes*) This "poem" is basically just a rant, like all the others. Done with my notes. Enjoy!
I want you to know something
And I know you donít know itís you Iím addressing
I just thought you should know
Just how important you are to me
You know that Elton John song, ďYour SongĒ?
Does anybody even know who that was for?
(And to all you smug Elton John fans, sssshh!)
My point is that, in a way, Iím writing this for you
Whether or not you know it
And though this is not a song,
And it probably sucks in your opinion,
I think you should try to understand
I donít see you as often as I would care to
And I know that, as the years pass on,
We will grow further and further apart
Probably never speaking to each other again five years from now
But until that happens,
I donít want to ride this feeling off as some teenage infatuation!
(Though, thatís probably what it is!)
Oh, if you only knew how many sleepless nights Iíve spent
Hoping you would at least drop me a line,
Write me a note saying, ďHey, whatís up? Howís it going?Ē
If only you knew how many times Iíve wanted to cry out
Trying hard not to burst at the seems,
Keeping my feelings tamed within
Gods, can you possibly understand what itís like?!!
You probably see me as immature
And Iíll admit, Iím not as chique and demure as your friends
But please know that I try!
The gods only know why I want to be with you
I sometimes even question it myself
Oh, but the looks you give me when weíre hanging out
The smiles, the eyes that just make me want to melt in place
I refuse to let my teenage hormones get the better of me!
I must continue with my original topic!
I know you sense my nervous actions when your around
Does it make you as uncomfortable as it does me?
Do you know what itís like
To fall so completely for a person
Simply because of their smile or their eyes?
I doubt you can
You tend to be pretty dense at times
But I digress, getting back to the issue at hand. . .
I know you canít understand how I feel
Itís foreign even to me; how odd it might be for you!
And I know you canít understand
How much your silence eats away at me
I know you canít understand
That I would rather perish in the fiery bellies of Hades
Than begin to know your rejection of me
I have a picture of you on my bed stand
Itís what I look at before I turn off the lights and drift away to sleep
Where I go to a place in which
Weíre together, without a care in the world
And when I wake in the morning
I can almost swear that it was your arms wrapped around me
Your warming kiss that helped me to feel safe through the night
Ah, but alas!
ĎTis but a fleeting dream,
Perhaps that of just another hormonal seventeen-year-old girl
Do you not understand what thatís like, either?