Crushing Futility by Olivia Nieb

Crushing Futility

by Olivia Nieb

“He’s so cute and oh, how sweet”

Your mind may whisper with deceit,

But what you tell yourself you feel

You’ll someday know was never real.

Giggling now, you tell your friends

Till intrigue finally, slowly ends.

What you liked, you’ll wish you knew

And why you do the things you do.

You tie straw wrappers up in knots

To guess the contents of his thoughts

And walk to class the longest way

To see his smiling face each day,

But if you knew him, you would see

This was never meant to be.

He doesn’t care if you exist.

Your “subtle” clues have all been missed.

Right now you listen when he talks

And laugh about the way he walks,

But later you won’t really care.

Nothing real was ever there.

You dream and hope and plot and scheme.

You smile, you sigh, you float, you beam.

But who is he, or do you know?

There’s no excuse for acting so.

Just let him be, and by and by,

You’ll realize he was just a guy.