If only you knew The poems I wrote about you Every gaze left unrequited Every time you rustled the leaves in this garden And I had to turn myself invisible Because I could not let myself love you Because I knew you'd never love me back Not in the way I wanted you to
Fall comes and I hurt Sights of couples stacked on benches in parks Even the leaves collide more consciously than ever But here I am still Pinning for a touch
Here I am sitting in your car Watching the windscreen wipers go left and right on this rainy Sunday afternoon If only you knew How oppugnant my mind was too
Even the trees dance Even the trees dance? Even the trees dance! I warned myself not to get into this trance Even on the nights you wrap your arm around my shoulder when I'm hardly myself I know Nothing warm is gold And it will not stay
Even when you brought me away from the fangs of the safari Even on the dusks you've saved me I know All you do is tie And cut And tie And cut Our strings And how well I played the fool to all your tricks
But you will never know You will never know Like the tattoos on your back that you will never read Like the airs I feign that you will never breathe Because you will never See the way I look at you When you turn the other cheek With your eyes on someone else
I wish I was different so that you could learn to love me
Just words hanging in the air now A comical portrait of self-destruction when I look back at the words I've written So necessary Fringing on insanity Harping on a monster without wings
Still I had the last laugh when I Played the fool to play you now these Scratch marks mar the charms of your tattoos
But you'll never see them just as how you'll never see the ink I bled for you
I decided to name this one '(Unretitled)' because it suggests that the writer tried to retitle it, but thereafter decided against it. Much like the subject matter of the poem being about a sense of unrequited/unreciprocated love and the dilemma of struggling to tear oneself away from it.