can you hear my whispers, or do I speak too softly? as they escape with my breath I say these words to her: “I love you” (and I repeat again) “I love you” as they flow across her hairs and tickle I am overwhelmed with the feeling that this is not enough, but these words are all I can say. all I can do now is wait with high expectations, yet subconsciously I am self-defeating. every wrinkle of her skin and every stare is a poignant sign but I am ignorant and cannot decipher. I can only wait for a voice from her mouth before I can feel resolve. and as I wait during this brief, which seems quite the opposite, I can only begin to question myself: “did she hear me?” “am I too simple?” “what other options will she choose to answer?” truthfully speaking, she seems comfortable with those three words I softly spoke earlier, yet my anxiety still lingers. all I can do is struggle with these apprehensions and in the end my confidence shall overtake my suspicions of doubt. “I am strong” “I am confident” yet why does she hesitate to answer my unbridled confession, or is it just my imagination again? wait.......she is staring into my eyes, and she is again reborn from her dis-animation, and now it appears we have reached the time of confrontation. it has seemed like an eternity of slow motion yet in reality it has been less than two blinks of the eye. she now looks more glorious than ever, swiftly approaching me with her gleam. all my worries have almost vanished and I am almost content as I await the burning answer. and she slowly brings her lips to my expectant ears, gliding with a dreamlike glow, and whispers quietly in response: “I don’t”
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