I saw you. And I know you saw me.
I know that I caught your eye.
Both of us nervously looking away,
Sneaking glances from the side.
I wanted to run and hug you,
Ask you about this and that...
but I can't do that anymore
Since you chose a different path.
Helplessly we stood speechless,
knowing I can't speak anyway,
Pretending that nothing happened
Trying to go about my day.
But you kept popping into my head,
And it started driving me crazy,
Scrambling for a clear thought
Of what you thought about me.
Because I'm the same old me.
Selfish, scared, and insecure
And I wondered if you were happy
Being there with her.
I'm reminded why you didn't choose me.
I'm a desperate, crazy mess
And the one thought I'm still thinking
Is this one I will confess;
I still keep wondering over and over
if you thought I looked fat that day...
And it destroyed me for you to see me,
when you glanced at me that way.
Author notes
wouldn't you like to know.
why am i so paranoid?
Comments
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The insecurities and wounds of the past (let alone those of the present), though they are but scars; remnants of more vulnerable moments, remain as collagen binding the flesh, tender to the touch, recalling hurt and fear, a former life rushing to the surface to relive in a moment's resemblance a cruel and lonely time long gone.
I like the poem and it feels natural to me and uncontrived. As it should be. I hope you are well,
Simon. -
I understand the feelings of this poem, and it's very frustrating.
Good write.
Samuel
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