This is a writing prompt, not real life. Maybe shades of my life? Maybe snippets from years of people watching and coffee shop eavesdropping?
The prompt: "I was kind of hoping that you're just fall in love with me."
I was kind of hoping
“I was kind of hoping
That he would just fall in love with me,”
She said.
But he fell in love with someone else
And I feel like
I have wasted my time
Wishing, hinting, hoping
for something that wasn’t there.
And I knew it
but kept on dreaming,
Wishing it were so
while I knew it wasn’t
And now I know for sure
it never will be,
“Why couldn’t he fall in love with me
The way I fell in love with him?”
“How can I feel it and he can’t?”
They say it comes down to chemistry.
Obviously, I do as well with life chemistry
as I did with the high school class,
Liked the experiments,
Didn’t get the concepts well enough
To do more than barely make the grade.
“I was kind of hoping
That he would just fall in love with me.”
Hope springs eternal
But hoping doesn’t make it so.
