Will You be Happier?

Will You be Happier?

In awkward pauses in our chats,

I take a look at you, secretly.

I like it when you have your ponytail.

You seem cute, and cheerful.

I want to look strong for you, too.

I’m trying to be the person

You can always rely on.

But weakness can’t always be hidden.

Can I love you well enough

That you can be happy?

While we’re waiting for the class,

I let the music play from my cellphone.

A song sounds wordless, at times,

But someone special will give it meaning.

Maybe that’s why I often miss you.

This is something you understand, right?

Do you think I should just give up?

Please help me go through this.

Have I loved you well enough?

You aren’t smiling, you’re frowning

It’s not a miracle that will come true.

But that’s fine, simply because

As long as I’m waiting for something,

I can be hopeful, and walk on.

I remember you once told me,

“Just cry a little. It’s all gonna be easier.”

Would the tears ever stop flowing?

I wanted to trust you, you know?

Do I love you well enough now?

Lie to me, fake a smile, just this once.

I’ve let you down, twice, or more.

I’m such a loser, am I not?

But, anyway, thank you, thank you

For letting me be with you for a while.

Our graduation is approaching, and

I’m afraid that when we’re parting

All I can say is a sad ‘goodbye’

And not a sincere ‘I love you’.

Will anyone else love you better?

I don’t want that to happen, but . . .