A Hint Poem by Desiree Whitamore

My heart is failing quickly
i can feel the strain take control
this movement that we're starting
is messing with my soul
i find that i am crying
to myself, alone at night
you might think i have no problems,
but my tears are justified.
its never beaten us before,
the tension in every glance
you don't feel it, do you?
i'm asking this by chance
because i see those looks
the sideways understatements
knowing nothing works right
can't i take a hint?