Love's Sneaky Ways: Poem About Falling in Love

Sometimes you fall in love and wish you didn't. Sometimes you don't fall in love and wish you did. With recent experience in this field, i thought i should write a poem, instead of keeping my feeling bottled up inside of me.

No Choice

I loved her,
watched her from the back of the room,
glanced in her direction,
any time i could get away with it.

And then,
when finally i told her,
it burned,
to hear that these feelings weren't mutual.

Of course,
love's twist of lemon in life was soon added,
and her friend, told me of her feelings for me.

I didn't know her,
didn't think of her,
but still, she said she loved me.

Me, being my evil self beneath the surface,
decided to agree, to be with her.
Thinking, i would do my est, and make my true love jealous.

And then it happened.
2 days of being with her, and not only did i love her,
i was IN love with her.

Even if other people told me i shouldn't,
even if i told myself i shouldn't,
i needed her more than anything. and i had what i needed.

Those were the best days of my life.
Even though my feelings for the first girl were struck out,
banished,
i didn't care.

I was with the person that mattered to me the most,
and i loved it.

And when we first saw each other again,
after 6 days of stating and offering our love to each other,
knowing we loved each other,
being together in person... was more awkward than you could imagine.

And so,
ununderstandably,
she told me she couldn't be with me anymore.

And after months of trying to be her friend,
helping her with everything i could,
trying to develop her feelings for me,
i couldn't

And even when she talked about the person she was with,
when she said of how sweet he was, and how much she loved him...
she anticipated the anguish i would feel, and said, relax, i love you to.

And then when she had broken up with this other boy, i tried again
to see if she wanted to be with me.

When she said no,
i felt mad. I wish i hadn't but i did.
Why did u tell me you love me when you don't want to be with me?

Then she said those 12 words,
that finally let em understand the error of my ways, how wrong i had been.
"...I love you like a brother. I could never be with you."

And now, how ridiculous as it seems,
every time i see the number 12, my heart jumps.

And then,
it relaxes, when it thinks to the present.
The present,
where we are like siblings. And I'm happy.