Unrequited
To the girl with hair like the sun,
to the girl whose voice reaches out to the angels.
I cannot speak.
Words washed away
by sweat of each day,
living on in an endless circle.
I cannot write.
Crooked letters.
ripped papers in the pockets of my sweater –
would you read them anyway?
please,
if I can ask you this
small, amazing miracle –
notice
notice
notice
NOTICE ME.
I don’t have hair like the sun,
my voice only reaches the walls,
but I noticed
the shadows under your eyes,
hidden by the spotlight.
Did you see the poems
I scribbled on my heart?
Do you see my hands,
trying to reach out?
Take a look with
your starbound eyes,
turn away from splendor,
and –
maybe
just maybe.
take a moment to smile at –
Me.
- Hana