Cheesy Poetry

(Thanks for helping me come up with the plot, Jake haha...and this is an assignment)

Each day when you walk by me,
I long for you to look my
way; telling me that the mail
is for me. I can't help
but love the way
that you smile
and how precisely
you stack the folders
I love you.
Oh, how I long for us
to talk longer
about something
other than mail
I long for us to
walk hand in hand
around the office
pushing your mail cart-
-together

The Secret

What is it about keeping something to yourself that makes it feel like a boa constrictor has completely wrapped itself around your tongue? It feels like the pain from that consumes your entire being from the inside out. It's not necessarily a bad thing either, the pain from keeping it inside consumes my entire being. I just don't want people to know because in my head, everything will change. Maybe people will think I'm doing things for the wrong reasons. maybe they won't. I never would have ulterior motives, of course. I just care way too much, but can I really help it? I don't think I can...