IN ANTICIPATION OF THE UNREQUITED
Confused!
I just don't know!
What do you feel?
Do you feel the same?
Maybe you do.
Maybe you don't.
But I can't ask you.
Frozen in terror.
In anticipation of the unrequited.
I sit and stare at the wall.
Trying to guess.
Will I ever know?
Will a little bird tell me?
Or will it fl away laughing?
I am Hamlet.
Prince of Denmark.
I cannot act.
Just speculate and procrastinate.
But what's the point?
You're not here anyway.
And maybe you never were.
And maybe you never will be.
All in my head!
Turning minor into major.
Turning mediocre into magnificent.
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That is
a pretty lousy feeling isn't it.
I'm enjoying your way here, dear poet.
"But what's the point?
You're not here anyway.
And maybe you never were.
And maybe you never will be.
All in my head!"
Good stuff there!
Cristo :)