lost in a conversation i have yet to have.

i superglue
my feelings for you
in an effort
to make them stick.

dropped down from a ceiling
that was way too high
we fell tumbling overnight,
long ago and far away

this time you didn't ask me to stay.

and now my mind is set
on a conversation that hasn't happened yet.
i'm aching for someone new
who reminds me--just enough--of you.

oh to be that cliche
sitting in a coffee shop just
wasting away

over words
written down instead of heard
kept inside
instead of given to the world

watching everyone else
instead of looking at myself

wondering
what special things
they all have inside
and if they're anything
like mine

i watch him through
window reflections
secretly showering him
with my eyes' affections.

if only you boys paid more
attention
and weren't so damn scared of
rejection.

i'd write your love poems for you...
and then i'd read them to myself

my way with words has its
way with me
and i fall in love with
what could be