M.E.M.

Take Pride in Liking

I take pride in my ability to tell a guy I like him.

I made out with my friend in his car once, and we’re still friends.

We never talk about it, or the fact that

I got up the nerve to tell him that I liked him, like really liked him.

 

I made out with my friend in his car once, we’re still friends

even after I told him I liked him on three separate occasions.

I got up the nerve to tell him that I liked him, like really liked him.

He did not reciprocate the feeling of love.

 

Even after I told him I liked him on three separate occasions

he still wanted to be my friend.

He did not reciprocate the feeling of love.

I got hung up on him for months.

 

He still wanted to be my friend,

I told him we could work it out, but he shut me down.

I got hung up on him for months.

We still talk on occasion, but not enough.

 

I told him we could work it out, but he shut me down.

In the three years I’ve known him, he’s never once had an interest in me.

We still talk on occasion, but not enough.

I still think about that night, when I’m awake unable to sleep.

 

In the three years I’ve known him, he’s never once had an interest in me.

We never talk about it, or the fact that

I still think about that night, when I’m awake unable to sleep.

I take pride in my ability to tell a guy I like him.

Comments4

  • rebmasters

    I can relate! Love this

  • Goldfinch60

    Sometimes love is not their but the friendship that remains can be so important in life.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    the message alone is powerful!
    maybe worth reposting next month (would be a timely read, I think?)
    a write with a lot of potential, but even as it is, a wonderfully emotive read
    happy for you! dear poet
    utilise that same wall-obliterating awesomeness, in your future poetry
    and watch it transcend into realms of powerfully voiced: artistry,
    thanks for sharing

  • jarcher54

    Humorous subject, and I appreciate your candor! It's also very erotic in a very subtle way. The pantoum is successful in an interesting way... the current feelings and memory of that event interplay with one another in a dreamy, stream of consciousness way that is very fitting. Repeating the longings and experiences like not being able to sleep is like being reminded what it's like to toss and turn night after night!



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