Look what you've done Look what you've caused Every event I want to be a part of And the many Websites i find to join and numb me Books to borrow to drown my inner concerns Music to listen to deafen my thoughts Just so I can be able to push you out of my head But once I rest my head on that pillow Once my mind isn't occupied With listening, joining, reading or moving You jump in my head once again And I lay there soulless (asleep one may call it) Dreaming of you I would wake up surprised by the odd roles you take in there Eager to tell you Or anyone in the matter But I stop! Because I can’t, You don’t know of the poems I devoted just for you, And pretended it was not. You don’t know of the nights I longed for you, And tears trickled down my cheeks. You don’t know of the moments I laughed at you, And wished we would laugh together. You don’t know of the crush I've had for the years that passed , And the years yet to come. But it’s OK! Because one day I’ll have something to say, When they tell me you don’t know how it feels *Not to be loved
This is for those who developed a crush and never got the answer to the dreadful question (Does she/he love me back?).