I remember the day
you said
'I like you'
I acted cavalier
ran the hell away

yet the truth is
I thought I kinda liked you too

I don't know why
I stopped myself

I've turned the pond of silence
between us an ocean

but sometimes,
(just sometimes)
I still feel your glance
and I swear I still hear the
whispers in your eyes.

I've run,
yet here you still are,
and still here I go
running
to there...somewhere

when the truth is
that every time you come,
to that moment before I turn my back
walk away,
I had already spent

hours

                thinking

                            waiting

­        for you.

The truth is
I always
always
know when you're there,
I've memorized the way you walk
to the messy of your hair.

There's nothing more to say because

I've never said anything
nor have I ventured near enough to hear you
speak.

I am paralyzed
by this anxiety
this deep fear, they've weakly deemed

shyness.

I hate when I wear my pretend indifference,

because the truth is
I like you,

I've always.