Girl in the Red Shirt

 
I’ll deny black and blue that I have feelings for her
but it’s a lie.
I want to write love poems for her to laugh at
I want her to dismiss me
All I want is a good, hard, unrequited love affair
As much with myself as it would be with her.
All she’d have to do was ignore it.
Ignore me.
Treat me as ‘just a friend’.
Not look at me with any feeling in those eyes.
Spit at me with the contempt I deserve.
Watch me, lying at her feet, and then walk away.
I’d giver her my heart…
but only if she’d promise to step on it and make me cry.