i’ve always wanted Love,

true love.

but never even a hI,

would escape these lips.

i look everywhere seeing the over dramatiZation

of this thing I have no idea how to pronounce.

like a train moving on a one way rail,

i just need to switch tracks.

“be a man,” my friends tell me,

as they hold the hands of the girls

they barely broke a sweat to have.

should it be so easy?

i feel the need to be resuscitated,

every time I see her smile.

i try to memoriZe,

the contours of her face.

i sneak looks,

to bask in this girl’s beautY.

i secretly hope she catches me,

because inside i’m dying

from this wound deep in my heart.