He Who Shall Not Be Named Poem by Jamie Ries

You think I hate you,
That I don’t want to talk,
You think I’m bitter
because I put up a block,
You think it’s funny
that I have a crush,
But I don’t think you know
that you give me a rush,

From my head to my toes,
You give me chills,
From your smile to your eyes,
You give me thrills.

But I don’t need you to care
if you don’t want me,
Don’t need you to stare
if I’m not the only girl you see.
Don’t need you to play with my heart
if you’re going to break it, irrevocably.

I do want to talk,
But not until I’m over you,
You won’t give me the chance,
So it’s impossible to do.

So when you say I’m bitter,
that’s not the case.
I am frustrated by what you say.
Why don’t you leave me some space?
Why won’t you let me go my own way?

I will never understand you,
but I don’t want to anymore.