i'm a captive audience for you right now
held captive by my own love
you should take advantage
if you are ever lonely
or craving touch
you should tell me
if you want attention
i have all of mine to give
so great are my feelings for you
every inch of your skin fascinates me
you couldn't bore me if you tried
i get stupid happy just to look at you
and happier still when you look back
i don't know how long this will last
but for now, i'm helpless against logic
i have love for you
i'd do anything for you
and it's gross, but it's what it is
so, if you want anything
anything
anything
i'm here
just waiting for a sign from you
that your stage is ready
for my loyal
audience
i send the text
and think, with pride,
"how well am i hiding these feelings?!"
i hide them so well sometimes
i forget they even exist
"i'm over it, i guess!"
then, in person,
the slightest kindest offered me
so slight it could barely be called "kind"
and
suddenly, i am
letting spill my atrocious,
dirty malady
the secret of my love
the way i see their every move
and inspect them all for signs
the way those signs
have almost never pointed
towards me
the way this fact
has not deterred me
and
the hauntingly embarrassing
admission of my blush - my blood rush -
upon their nearing
how well do i hide my feelings?
i wonder if they've noticed how i've tucked
my heart up under my lungs
how i suffocate each breath
before it lets out the sound
of my heartsong
do you see this?
are you oblivious?
how well i hide my feelings...
is it obvious?
is this courteous?
or cowardly?
logic and sanity tell me
i love in vain here--
so i stifle it
and wonder
if i hide my feelings well enough
will they die here?
or resurface to haunt me
for years
still?