Sallad
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so please be forgiving. I could use some constructive criticism, but please be gentle 
I Could Imagine You
I could imagine your eyes,
Bright and lively,
Excitement rushing through the pools of blue sea.
Your hands moving so animatedly,
Gesturing and talking in ways your words would not extend.
I listened patiently,
Fascinated.
Not with what you had to say,
But with the ebullient tone in which you said it.
Inside I ached because I wanted to be the one to breathe such life into you.
...I thought of telling you then,
But I didn't have the strength.
I could imagine your eyes,
Coy and shy.
Passion dilating your pupils.
Your hands open and slick with sweat,
Rubbing over your jeans to dry them.
I listened painfully,
Jealous.
Not because you felt bliss and joy,
but because you felt it with her.
Inside my heart broke because I wanted to be the one to bring you such a fervent form of desire
...I thought of telling you then,
But I didn't have the courage.
I could imagine your eyes,
Sad and Pained.
Unshed tears creating a wall of anguish.
Your hands trembling like a child's,
Shaking as they cradled your head.
I listend silently,
Miserable.
Not because you were hurt,
But because it was she you hurt for.
Inside my heart was torn because I was sorry for you,
Although I secretly longed to have been the one whose name you sobbed.
...I thought of telling you then,
But I didn't have the heart.
I could imagine your eyes,
Distant and Weary.
Your eyelids shutting out the world.
Your hands limp like rags;
Hanging lifelessly against your body.
I listened intently,
Desperate.
Not because I was drinking in your every word,
But because I was straining to hear you speak at all.
Inside my heart was cold because I couldn't help you when you needed me most.
...I told you then,
because I lacked a reason not to.
I could imagine your eyes,
Wide and Startled.
Darting away from my own.
Your hands fidgeting restlessly,
Nervously running through your hair.
I listened abjectly,
Depressed.
Not because you cared, but because you cared for me as only your friend.
Inside my heart was shattered because I thought my world had ended.
...I thought of dying then,
But couldn't find the words to tell you.
I could imagine your eyes,
Sympathetic and pleading.
Your brows furrowed with concern.
Your hand outstretched to me,
Reaching for me.
I didn't listen then.
Deafly, I walked away.
Not because you hurt me,
But because it hurt me to look at you.
Inside my heart cried because all these years I've spent imagining you---
And all I ever wanted was for you to imagine me, too.
I Could Imagine You
I could imagine your eyes,
Bright and lively,
Excitement rushing through the pools of blue sea.
Your hands moving so animatedly,
Gesturing and talking in ways your words would not extend.
I listened patiently,
Fascinated.
Not with what you had to say,
But with the ebullient tone in which you said it.
Inside I ached because I wanted to be the one to breathe such life into you.
...I thought of telling you then,
But I didn't have the strength.
I could imagine your eyes,
Coy and shy.
Passion dilating your pupils.
Your hands open and slick with sweat,
Rubbing over your jeans to dry them.
I listened painfully,
Jealous.
Not because you felt bliss and joy,
but because you felt it with her.
Inside my heart broke because I wanted to be the one to bring you such a fervent form of desire
...I thought of telling you then,
But I didn't have the courage.
I could imagine your eyes,
Sad and Pained.
Unshed tears creating a wall of anguish.
Your hands trembling like a child's,
Shaking as they cradled your head.
I listend silently,
Miserable.
Not because you were hurt,
But because it was she you hurt for.
Inside my heart was torn because I was sorry for you,
Although I secretly longed to have been the one whose name you sobbed.
...I thought of telling you then,
But I didn't have the heart.
I could imagine your eyes,
Distant and Weary.
Your eyelids shutting out the world.
Your hands limp like rags;
Hanging lifelessly against your body.
I listened intently,
Desperate.
Not because I was drinking in your every word,
But because I was straining to hear you speak at all.
Inside my heart was cold because I couldn't help you when you needed me most.
...I told you then,
because I lacked a reason not to.
I could imagine your eyes,
Wide and Startled.
Darting away from my own.
Your hands fidgeting restlessly,
Nervously running through your hair.
I listened abjectly,
Depressed.
Not because you cared, but because you cared for me as only your friend.
Inside my heart was shattered because I thought my world had ended.
...I thought of dying then,
But couldn't find the words to tell you.
I could imagine your eyes,
Sympathetic and pleading.
Your brows furrowed with concern.
Your hand outstretched to me,
Reaching for me.
I didn't listen then.
Deafly, I walked away.
Not because you hurt me,
But because it hurt me to look at you.
Inside my heart cried because all these years I've spent imagining you---
And all I ever wanted was for you to imagine me, too.
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thanks Lil.
