sometimes I wonder why I like you
I've never uttered a meaningful word to you in my life
nor you ever to me
I wonder if
liking you is only
a form of entertainment
a way of passing the time
like a fat house cat
that kills a mouse
with no intention of eating it
but is interested
only in the chase
only I'm the bloody field mouse
dying slowly in the grass

I know
I could never tell you how I feel
but I still imagine
what were to happen if
I did
I know deep down
that the fear of rejection
is minor in comparison
to the fear of acceptance

What makes me even
Consider telling you how I feel?
Is it really that I want your affection
Or I desire someone
Just to pay attention
To little old me