I feel so alone. <br />I have you in school, you’re there in maths, <br />You help me so much-I’m hopeless at graphs. <br />That smile lights up my world and you share so much, <br />But the bell rings so early-then you’re out of touch. <br /> <br />Lunch. You sit beside me and how do I tell you, <br />How much it means that you’re there when I’m blue? <br />You really don’t know how connected I feel, <br />Like this friendship was bound and fixed with a seal. <br /> <br />But. <br />You’re not there when I need you, and it breaks my heart, <br />You’re occupied with others, with drama, with art. <br />I get a look-in and you’re terrified someone will bind you, <br />Will you ever find Love? Or will you walk away too? <br /> <br />To me you opened you’re heart but you’re so special <br />To special to live. To special to die. <br />To special to drink alone and sigh <br /> <br />This second you’re touched <br />But then you change-‘I mean so much…’ <br />So your eyes flicker, that automatic smile, <br />Tho underneath you’re thinking, ‘I wish she’d leave for a while’ <br /> <br />I’ll walk away if that will make you happy. <br />I didn’t mean to let you mean so much you see. <br />You’re so special, I wish I was special. <br />But I’m just a creep, I’m just a weirdo.<br /><br />Amy Carmichael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-commitment-phobe/
