this is a poem my friend posted on her own blog almost four years ago. I never found any real significance for these words at least in the context of my own life - for all I knew, this poem's meaning was irrelevant to my life, as I had no boyfriend/serious love interest or anything. it's just the kind of poem that really caught my attention and stuck with me for all these years, as if I was subconsciously chasing the anxious feeling of this poem in order to render these words significant for myself.
anyway, this is it; she only had words, so I conjured up an unnecessary but somewhat apt title: To Boy.
You, sitting pretty there
With a handsome jawline and fine hair
Do give me a blank stare
As I tell you how my love does unfurl and flare
For your undying care.
But you look as though unaware
And my pleading looks contort into a glare
As I realize
Your silence screeches so loud
It deafens the air -
please, please
say you care.
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