A Poem by Beth Alton

The Unfinished Poem

I was standing there alone,
that one Friday night.
I was trying to think of
what it would be like
for someone to hold me tight.

It was hard at first.
But deep in thought,
I realized there was
someone that I admire alot.

He has everything I like in a guy,
the smarts, the style,
and his smiles are to die for.

But one small problem;
His glances are miles from me.

Suddenly I got what I want
to say to him.
I was wondering,
do you notice me?

Cause if you do, could you
show a sign of affection;
maybe a little attention?

Just to show me you care.
I really think we would make
the perfect pair.

I found out earlier this week
my plans are crushed,
along with my heart.

Why did I go along thinking
we could be together,
when that one person who
no longer longs to be,
but is, close to you.

I can be better, let me try!
I'm still screaming inside my head.
What can be said? What can be done?

I'm still wondering, still pacing,
not trying, soon
have to go facing the facts.

I need to tell you something,
something inportant.
Should I whisper,
or should I shout?
Should I email you,
or write a note?

I might fail, I chickened out.
I feel like I'm treating you like dirt.
God this hurts.

Pure pain, knife slashing,
needle poking, blood drawing pain.
I am going insane.
This is no longer a game.

Still I don't know how to say this,
so for now,
the letter, and the rest
of this poem remains, unwrote.