If you could see

You walk down halls of the new born school.

Where girls come, see you and come to drool.

You turn to wave at me, with a smile apon your face.

I reply by, attempting to remove myself from this place.

Smiles fade to horror, laughter fills the room.

My heart still beating, boom after boom.

I wish I could turn only to glance at you.

Only hoping you would say the same too.

Your personality always fills the room with smiles, and joy.

You pull at my hair, treating me as a doll, a mear toy.

I push your hands away, asking to leave me be.

If only I could tell, if only he would look or see.

He asks why, I remain in silence, What should I say.

If I say why, he will run, if not he will never sit to stay.

I say nothing, he says he understands , so he leaves me.

Covering my mouth keeping in screams, letting tears flow free.

He walks, till I can't see his perfect figure no more.

My heart , feels agony, and pain, leaving me sore.

The students go through out the day leaving me to hang.

My thoughts enter my head ever flowing, but in as a fang.

Teachers get me help, little do they know I do not need it.

I push them away, attempting to throw a little pethetic fit.

Still going on with my life, I sit to talk with him.

My emotions are burning out, yet still dim.

He asks again, this time telling him the fable.

When finishing, he stands at his feet not stable.

He remains silent, removing himelf from me, yet again.

I search through my bag, taking a pencil and a pen.

I write an apology, over and over, ripping it up when I am done.

Never giving the note to anyone, but myself, life is not very fun.

I leave him alone to the other girls, letting him soak in my pain.

He makes a look at me making it appear as if I am insane.

I wish I could say he talked again that day.

I wish I could tell you what I would only say.

I wish...I wish..... he left them.....to only stay...

He did not.

He waited,and waited, almost leaving me here to die.

Every night I thought of him resulting in another cry.

He came back, saying his sorries, and he will remain my friend.

Until seperation, until life sets in, or maybe just maybe till the end.

We now talk more often, I open myself to him, only half way.

I did tell him my thoughts, I can not think, oh what did I say?

Oh well.

He does not tell me about himself, or his agony, his pain.

If only I could say he walks these halls never in vain.

If only I could see.

If only he could too.