I Segretamente Ti Amo

I Segretamente Ti Amo Gianna Schiller

How plain on my face do I have to make it?
Should I wear a post-it plastered
smack dab in the middle of my forehead?
oblivious, unnoticed,and right over your unknowing mind.
a prized, owned horse, has blinders over his eyes
coloring in his corneas are black and white
as he stares at his owner
but colorful when he sees another horse, er, me.
a boy, misunderstood,
does not even know
in a twisted, sick process
It’s okay, for you don’t know what you do
You hold in your hand, a heart, weightless, that you cannot feel
Your grip like a juicer
squeezing, squashing, smashing my broken organ
into a lonesome pile of orange pulp.
I speak the words
“I Segretamente Ti Amo”
So you no not what I speak, how I feel
“Mi dispiace”.... I’m sorry
It really is my fault
Your brain waves feed you lies
that I want nothing more
than a mere friendship
Your brain lies, I lie.
You are taken.
I am alone.
story of my life.
I segretamente ti amo.
I secretly...love you.