wishing for him to care about her as much as she does for him, hopelessly dreaming that he'd notice her feeble attempt of affection for him.

expecting for something that is impossible to happen,  a habit she's grown accustomed to.

this should be stopped.

Alacrity bespeaks entangled, entombed,
     and entrapped Thai soccer team
diminishing strength barely allows,
     but a whispered scream,

which rescue against all odds
     (plucked out cavernous catacomb),
     fast becoming a fading dream
vicariously agonizing to see

desperation and lads bravely brace,
     helplessness predominating over initial
     found alive break thru gain
     promising grim destiny slowly doth erase

yet resignation impossible
     to ignore written on every face
despite faux (cracking)
     courageous front,

     now severely testing grace
under underground solid state
     rock geomorphology
     necessitating stepped up pace

to rescue, sans race
against time encroaching threatened space
with predicted mon
     soon meteorologists trace

with laser pointer predict
     ominous incursion cave
at mercy of vulnerable flooding
     worst case scenario, grave

nightmare predicament
     in an attempt to save
youths with barely enough
     strength to smile or wave

downgrading my own fear
being emotionally incommunicado
     during prepubescence
     pretending not to hear

clapping skeletal hands over each ear
to blot out hyper consciousness of glare
ring existence squelching
     feeble effing dare

     sputtering Nietzscheism at every turn
of the (ripped torn) page
airtight barricade against transformation
     into manhood stage

fighting to the death
     foaming at mouth dagger like
     canine teeth savagely
     evincing snarling rage,

no match for reinforced
     rebar invisible cage
holding self hostage,
     not enough money

     to pay hefty ransom,
     thus thine mental health
     compromised, which
     to this day still pay steep wage.

I remember years ago,
Someone told me I should take Caution when it comes to love.
I did, I did And you were strong and I was not My illusion.
My mistake?
I was careless, I forgot, I did And now when all is done,
There is nothing to say.
You have gone and so effortlessly, You have won.
You can go ahead.
Tell them.
Tell them all I know.
Now Shout it from the roof top,
Write it on the sky, Love.
All we had is gone now.
Tell them I was happy.
And my heart is broken.
All my scars are open,
Tell them what I hoped would be Impossible, Impossible, Impossible, Impossible.
Falling out of love is hard,
Falling for betrayal is worse,
Broken trust and broken hearts I know,
I know...
Thinking all you need is there.
Building faith on love is the worst.
Empty promises will wear I know
(i know)
And know when all is gone,
There is nothing to say.
And if you're done with embarrassing me, On your own you can go ahead.
Tell them.
Tell them all I know now.
Shout it from the roof top,
Write it on the sky.

~Shontelle~
“Impossible”
~2010~