Got a crush
Screaming
to sing such simple errors
in hopes you'd actually turn around, see the invisible, and never
make a sound.
Then emotions bore you by my side
where they wait together
for memorable walks down dim dirt roads,
when unspoken longing is that which they hold.
Leaving with such regret,
every night will she cry for all the things she couldn't do, all the things she never said.
How for everything,
she is better off
dead.