1 A Poetic Prelude

Do you know how much it hurts to like an idiot?

To watch him make a fool of himself and to be too nervous to tell him?

To watch others laugh at him and not even be able to tell them that their wrong for it?

To watch him say stupid things while you try to make sense of it all?

To watch him because you're too scared...too nervous...too shy to approach him yourself?

Do you know how it feels for your heart to beat?

Erratic palpitations you wish was due to your pending homework.

For you to begin hyperventilating each time he steps within your peripheral vision.

Do you know what it's like to get jealous?

To wince each time he talks to a girl, smiles at a girl, touches a girl.

To enviously dislike any girl that he dates, dated or will date.

How it feels to watch him window shop while hoping euphorically that he'll buy you. . .

Only you.

Just you.

For you.

With you.

But you, know in the back of your mind ( or at least you think you do) that he will never like you like you like him.

So despite your hearts palpitations, you decide to let him go and enjoy the world freely.

Despite how you really feel, you cloud your emotions and decide to wear your heart, loosely, on your wrist.

You write your love for him in the sand at his feet, knowing that despite your best efforts, all of Neptune's oceans couldn't wash away your love for him.

Wait...Love?

I meant like, attraction, desire.

Pause . . . no, I'm meant to feel distaste, repulsion and disgust for him.

Its the only way to move on...right?

~Flow3try