a poem i wrote some time ago

Maybe you're someone I just can't touch,

I observe you, secretly, picking apart our similarities,

All the while, thinking to myself that you are not even trying to see these things.

I watch you carefully, absorbing all I can in those all too short moments,

Deciphering the very things that will be my undoing

The very things that will force me to love you uncontrollably,

While you remain completely unaware of the person I really am inside

Never knowing all the beautiful small things we have in common,

Little tiny things, that no one would ever notice but me,

Little tiny things, that are the very core of my being.

I say nothing, so many times, because I know,

I know you will not even try to hear me, The subject gets changed and I wait

patiently, complying with your will,

All the while hoping you will one day be ready for me.

I have so much to offer you,

So many little tiny intricacies that would blow you away, and you would love me forever, I would ruin you for anyone else

But…I am so inarticulate; I cannot form the words with my lips.

And even if I could, I need to keep all these things inside of me, because when you ask me what I am thinking,

I know I will be too intense

And it's not what you want right now.

It's never what anyone wants.

I wish you would ask me the right questions, then I could know you were ready for me

Maybe you're someone I just can't touch,

But oh God you are so beautiful inside!

So I will wait patiently and see what will become of this.