118. A Defect In Love

There are things that 

I’d love to tell you,

like how much I notice you,

and how every time 

I see your smile,

my heart skips a beat, 

all the while,

I keep my distance,

because I feel as though

you are out of my league,

and I don’t know

if you’d like me back,

even if I tell you,

you are too perfect,

and I am a reject,

a defect in love,

who you’d never notice,

because I am plain,

and I am to blame

for my feelings, as

I write this poem

to no one, as you

will never read it.

Because I am just 

another defect in love,

a lonely turtle dove

without a soul mate,

and maybe it’ll be 

too late as you read this,

because you never will,

and I long for a kiss,

beneath the windowsill

of heartbreak, 

and I will take your hand,

perhaps one day,

and see to it that I

tell you how I feel,

because how I feel

is completely and 

entirely real.