hands like curtains she hides her face
has too much stage fright she says
she's afraid of tomatoes flying
scared to try.
when life gives you lemons; make lemonade.
when life throws tomatoes;
don't cry.
they are there for a reason.
people who know her
all call to her good things,
in those rare moments she actually peeks to see the audience.
things like: encore
bravo
but she ends up hiding again.
she isn't timid,
no
that's not the issue.
she's scared to try.
she's afraid of the harsher things,
such as
those tomatoes.
people try to teach her
that the tomatoes that are thrown:
yes
some are thrown to hurt
they try to teach her,
don't be afraid of the tomatoes
just learn to dodge
and clean them up
come out from behind the curtains
The stage awaits.

people asked you
why
and you couldn't explain.
my dear
i want to know why too.
why she?

you don't remember
but i do.
i tried to pick something up that fell
and you
threw me
away.
it wasn't my job,
is what you said.
oh i remember.
i had already had a bad day
a bad week.
and you
threw me.
i left.
it was cold, and had been snowing off and on
and i walked outside ready to leave.
i broke down.
and i cried.
you don't remember
but i do.
maybe
you don't even know.

i'm nervous
because i showed you a poem today.
what if you find all my poems?
each poem i write about you
is a small letter.
written for you,
but never will i tell you.
i'm afraid, after showing you it
you'll find me.
and read your secret letters.

tonight
while
i wait
for 11:11
again
this time
i have
another
small
wish:
"i wish you liked me."

however
even though you said that
i can't help how i feel.
your gem herself told me:
"can't you be done?"
as if just deciding to be done with him
is simple.
that's a mother ******* lie.
you can't just choose.
you may have,
but you no longer
liked him.

you haven't read my poems.
but neither has he.
but how dare you look me in the eye
and say
"can't you be done?"
i apologize but i have absolutely
no
control
over this.
don't try to stop me.