I told him I love him and because of that he thought I must be mad,
As I went on hinting at it I wondered if anything else could ever feel this bad,
I told him he's a filter and that I am a sponge, he stayed silent but seemed to understand,
As I went on hinting at how much I love him I wondered how he could receive it with a response this bland.
I told him I need to see him alone so I can really see him and because of that he thought I am too outspoken,
As I went on hinting at the urgency I expected he'd respect I wondered if I could feel more broken,
I told him he doesn't have to be so polite and because of that he said it's a must to function well in society,
As I went on hinting that I can survive rejection I wondered why he suspected my sobriety.
I told him I will not beg and because of that he thought I must be feeling emotionally saturated,
As he hinted at a cowardly apology I wondered why he couldn't understand it was simply the wait that I hated,
I told him I'll just go and because of that or I hoped something more he said yes.
Thereon I did not wonder but knew that he couldn't ever fall in love with my mess.
-thegameison