What do I have?
I thought I knew, but I do not.
Is she serious,
Does she jest?
I know not.
The feelings I have grow stronger,
but does it matter?
The pain in my heart,
It makes me wonder,
If I am a fool for dreaming
For wanting her.
Did I give up something better,
Something more promising,
for nothing?
My future, in the balance,
I sit, I sigh,
I try not to cry,
to weep.
I wait, I hope,
A misunderstanding, 
a jest.
Not realizing the depths of my feelings,
the ease at which I bruise.
The sadness, the jealousy
That I feel,
How real,
How painful.
Does she know?
Does she realize
That
I 
Am
Falling
In
Love
With
Her?