I am not stalking you
I just want to get to know you
I have watched you
For some time now
We go to the same restaurants
Mix with almost the same clique
Come from the same class
The few times you have looked at me
You acknowledged my presence with your smile.
Your conversations intrigue me
I watch your lips as you speak
Before I meet you
I just want to know a little bit more
Things didn’t have to be this way
You didn’t need to be rude
I was trying to be nice
If you had let me entertain you
Just pretended that you felt me
I liked you may be loved you
If u didn’t stab me
With your words
And push me away
With your actions
There are so many if’s…..
Too many why’s…..
I am forced to write this letter
Send a piece of you
As my evidence
And sign the letter with your blood.
©thelma migue, 2010
From the cizoepoetry collection.
Look out for HIS VERSION Part II on Monday.