Not Caring If I Get Caught Poem by Raj Dronamraju

It wasn't me clinging to your dress
And it wasn't me hiding in the closet
It was me not waiting until you left the company of your friends to speak
Not caring that they were all witnesses to what I was saying
Not caring if they tittered quietly and mocked in whispers

It wasn't us sharing a social media profile
Driving others away with a cuteness that gags
It was me with a drive for what I wanted easily mistaken for a scarier intent
Intensity in good morning, intensity in discussion of what you did over the weekend

It wasn't me passing a coy message through an intermediary
Or a chain of such eager gossiping fools
It was me speaking starkly with vulgar honesty
Each part of what I thought breaking off like the pieces of an iceberg
Crashing into you, shocking you awake with cold truth