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Ever gotten that awkward feeling?
That awkward feeling deep in your gut.
When you know someone needs you but you're not sure how exactly to help?
So instead you want to just ignore it, and hope it'll go away.
Because you're afraid that if you ask them "Hey, what's up?"
They'll just say they don't want to talk about it.
And so you're standing on the other end of line.
Shifting nervously from side to side and foot to foot, like "Um okay. . . ?"
And the awkward silence follows suit.
And you end up not talking to them for a few days.
Because with a reply like "I don't want to talk."
Makes it hard to come up, with something else to say.
And so you're just trying to hope that they'll be okay.
Because you know that nothing you could say can make them better.
So even if it kills you to watch and read their pain.
You try to keep your distance.
Still wondering when the thin ice is going to break?
How long can the rope hold out?
Have I crossed the line yet?
So instead of stepping on someone's toes.
And crossing the possibly thin line.
And stepping off the edge of a cliff.
With a heart full of gold that'll pull me like a heavy anchor.
All the way that steep and slippery slope.
Isn't the road to hell often paved with good intentions?
So instead of pushing the matter.
Or asking too many questions.
I'll sit patiently and wait for them to talk to me.
Because it's safer that way.
Keeping my distance and stay on the sidelines.
Just sit faraway on the otherside.
Of an unfinished conversation, unable to reply.
That awkward feeling deep in your gut.
When you know someone needs you but you're not sure how exactly to help?
So instead you want to just ignore it, and hope it'll go away.
Because you're afraid that if you ask them "Hey, what's up?"
They'll just say they don't want to talk about it.
And so you're standing on the other end of line.
Shifting nervously from side to side and foot to foot, like "Um okay. . . ?"
And the awkward silence follows suit.
And you end up not talking to them for a few days.
Because with a reply like "I don't want to talk."
Makes it hard to come up, with something else to say.
And so you're just trying to hope that they'll be okay.
Because you know that nothing you could say can make them better.
So even if it kills you to watch and read their pain.
You try to keep your distance.
Still wondering when the thin ice is going to break?
How long can the rope hold out?
Have I crossed the line yet?
So instead of stepping on someone's toes.
And crossing the possibly thin line.
And stepping off the edge of a cliff.
With a heart full of gold that'll pull me like a heavy anchor.
All the way that steep and slippery slope.
Isn't the road to hell often paved with good intentions?
So instead of pushing the matter.
Or asking too many questions.
I'll sit patiently and wait for them to talk to me.
Because it's safer that way.
Keeping my distance and stay on the sidelines.
Just sit faraway on the otherside.
Of an unfinished conversation, unable to reply.
Published 25th Sep 2014
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Yes, that's all you can do is be patient. This is an issue I've struggled with many times and continue to. I wholeheartedly relate to this. All you can do is hope that one day they will come to you, and if not, all you can do is accept it. If they want to, they will, and nothing is better than truly feeling that want and knowing they weren't forced into anything.
Really enjoyed this write.
Really enjoyed this write.
25th Sep 2014 9:24pm
Thank you for the comment, I'm glad to know that other people have been in similar situations. And I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem.
- Paige Rider
- Paige Rider
25th Sep 2014 9:53am
Totally relate to this.But i have to warn though,the silence may cost you a friendship!
This has happened before, it's an on and off thing with this particular friend. They know I'm here to help and if they need my help, they will call me or message me and pour out their heart. But sometimes, they rather shut out friends and help from them and try to figure stuff out on their own. Sometimes it ends good and sometimes it ends bad. Either way they know that I'm here, it's why I write poems like this. So they'll see that even if I didn't reply to their message, I am thinking about them. It's just I can't find the words to say in a message, I can only find the words to say through a poem.
- Paige Rider
- Paige Rider
Anonymous
15th Oct 2014 8:40pm
This has a thought provoking and agreeable message. Very nicely penned!
