It's there,
Sitting
On the counter,
Waiting for its
Coffee,
Watching
With the corner
Of its blind eyes,
"What is
This place?
What are we doing?"
It asks again,
"You wait
For her.
I know, I can
Tell, you're anxious."
And I,
Nodding,
Accept its words,
They are so true,
I couldn't
Speak with
You before, after
Class was over,
But I
Walked here,
Pretending to
Be hungry and
Buying
Food just
To get a glimpse,
Another look
At you,
It came,
Accompanied me,
This sick monster,
We call
Love has
Followed me and
It sits, coffee
In hand,
Trying hard
To catch a look
At your beauty,
Sorry for
It, It
Can't help itself,
It's not himself,
This is
Something
Else and it wants
To tell you but
Alas,
It is
Very afraid
Of losing this
Feeling,
I am
So sorry, please,
Don't hate me or
Him, we want to
Say it,
But there's
A thing holding
Me back, a fear,
But I
Think of
You every-
Day, hour, second,
I think,
Forgive
Me, i think that
I'm in love with
You.
Just a thing. I hate feelings. Hella old. Not quite, 2012 maybe?