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A poem written for English class, based on a true experience. |
3 days left: Why did I back off? I know you want me to do it, maybe even more than I do, and yet that doubt continues to sit in my mind, weighing me down like bricks. These bricks do more than slow me down, however. They stop me. 2 days left: Why did I just hug and leave it at that? That rejection was a long time ago. I should have forgotten it by now. You did. But still, it nibbles away at my brain, affecting every decision I make around you. Should I speak? What do I say? Should I walk next to you? Should I give you some space? Am I being too needy? Too clingy? Too desperate? All of this over something you probably never even think of. 1 day left: Why am I still not doing it? Every time I lean forward, my head takes control of itself and swerves to the left, avoiding your face, avoiding you. I don’t want it to. But it doesn’t listen. Last day: Ok, it’s the last day of school. I know there’s a high possibility that I may never see you again. This might be the only opportunity I get. I’ve got to grab it. And for a second, I hold it firmly in my hand. Why did I let go? |