DUMPED ON THE SHELF

Here I am, pining away,

Hopelessly waiting maybe you'd look my way.

Though I know you'd never be mine,

I still wish you'd come relieve me of this pain.

Even when you realised I care,

Not a glance for me you spare.

You're bothered not if I am fine,

Yet I can't even complain.

I'm burning with so much desire,

But I have to conceal this burning fire.

Yes I've read and understood the signs,

Still I want you so much, I can't explain.

Freely, to you I gave myself,

But I was not even held, just dumped on the shelf.

Maybe I've been a fool all the while,

Would have been better if I was slain.

These feelings of mine remain undead,

Just curled up in a corner, pained and defeated.

I thought these wounds heal with time,

But I only got used to this pain.

A PEN for TWO