Have you noticed?

I fear that my sneaky
ways are not so sneaky
after all.

I wonder if you've noticed
the way I watch you.

The way I speak to you, have
you noticed it's unlike the way
I speak to any other?

Though I also wonder that
you have noticed but you ignore
the sensations my body is
showing.

Blissful ignorance sounds
perfectly amazing.

Do you even care?
That I'm drowning in these
emotions?

I am flailing, thrasing,
reaching for your hand,
do you care?

Have you noticed, my friend,
that my heart has come to think
of something impossible?

Have you noticed, my dear,
that my heart wants the dream
of your embrace?

I'm sure you have not, and I suppose
I must live in bitter reality
instead.