I don't want to play your game anymore, <br />for the wounds of your words are hurting and sore. <br /> <br />'I really like her, ' you say in my mind, <br />- <i>like I care</i>, I convince myself, cautious and blind. <br /> <br />I shouldn’t be jealous - as you have every right, <br />to wrap me in plastic and tie me up tight; <br /> <br />those four little words so small yet so strong, <br />bounding my throat and silencing my tongue. <br /> <br />On the clouds in the sky – that’s where I am sitting, <br />the seams to my dress are ripping and splitting <br /> <br />like the almost-love which brims in my heart, <br />tearing my chest and feelings apart. <br /> <br />But how can I tell you? How couldn’t you know? <br />How to me, your golden eyes are always a-glow? <br /> <br />But then how could you do this? Say these few words? <br />All the times I have held you – I thought you had heard, <br /> <br />how I knew I would love you if the time went by, <br />like clouds rolling by in a blackening sky. <br /> <br />Though now, you don’t feel that, or if you do, it hides <br />at the bottom of your bones where your soul resides, <br /> <br />and if you may take me in your arms – as you always do, <br />will you not see me, looking at you? <br /> <br />Saying, in my heart – I really like you? <br />Listening, <i>hoping</i>, that you like me, too? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />May 2nd 2010<br /><br />Twilight Whispers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/almost-love/
