Whispers

Little things walking inside my ear
on their pin tip toes
soft as ink
climbing deep into my cerebellum
making me twitch.
the thought of what may
or may not be
still chills me to this day.

What he gave but never got-

I drew a smiley face on your wall.
you didn't call.
Ten pages in and I still cant explain it to myself,
your beauty.
So I walk alone,
and hang out by pay phones.
I hope some day you realize
I always could have been more than a friend.
But you never really saw me.