Never Able

I sit beside you every day,

and resist the urge to stare.

If I told you how I felt,

what would you do?

Would there be an

awkward silence

that would be

filled by awkward laughter?

Would your dark blue eyes

be as cold

as your rejection?

Would you try

to pass it as a bad joke?

Or dare I hope

that you feel the same?

But it doesn't matter

what you'd do.

Cause I'll never be able

to tell you

how I feel.