Look at all my sickly love poems,

They're coughing up rejection and too sweet lies.

They quietly whisper all the things I'd like to hear you say and then some.

But these words are hard pressed to express the choked down feelings that I hide from you,

That I hide from everyone but the most sincere.

And every day while I watch you talking to her,

Touching her every chance that you get,

I fill my mind with words that I scribble on this page,

Because everything else is just to painful,

To real.