...touchy poem...

teary eyed

every time i talk to you
you always give me a clue:
a clue that you don't notice me,
a clue that you'd never love me.

every tear that i have shed
and every word i have said;
i'd like to take the risk
if you'd see that i exist.

but if i could,
i'd run as fast as i can
so that you could
never hurt me again.