She Loves Me Not Poem by John Leo Pilit

I'm in a sullen dim
Believing you're a blaze in bleak, blurry black
Then you vanished and it seems
You will ne'er be coming back.

I can't have you, I suppose;
I never will, I guess.
But waiting won't be so fun
If I don't wait until my death.

The anguish and the voices keep pushing me to quit:
'She loved you once, she never will again.
There's nothing left but to sit
Or to move on, but how and when? '

What I am feeling, it's better if I don't show it
So when you're here, when you're looking at me, I won't.
Yes, I've no right to feel it
But it doesn't mean I don't.