Do You Like Me?

Bent paper,

secret in hand.

Unfold. Eyes widen.

Gentle ask…

Yes or No?

Heavy choice.

She circles slow.

Bent paper,

secret in hand.

Unfold. Rip up.

Discreet inquiry.

Awkward memory.

Silent tears drip

cold rejection.

Darkness cast its line

killing his heart,

the first time.

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  1. I like the parity of this poem: She and He. Both have bent papers in hands….. bent hearts. one circling and one ripping…. and it is “the first time” to ask “Do you like me”. Great poem with a sense of freshness.

    1. Thank you! It’s little moments like these where someone can be so brave at first and feel so hopeful, only to plummet in defeat…

  2. Mike U. says:

    This is such a tender, poignant poem. Reminds me of my schoolboy years when I had massive crushes on various girls but was too afraid to even give them a “Yes or No” note… This is really beautiful, Kirsten. 🙂

    1. Aww! Thank you Mike I’m glad you liked it! 🙂 Giving those notes take a lot of courage, I couldn’t do it either.

  3. AB says:

    This is beautiful, Kirsten!
    “Bent paper,
    Secret in hand.
    Unfold”
    These words are so intriguing, and the last few lines of the poem, especially
    “Silent tears drip
    Cold rejection”
    So fascinating! Very well crafted, loved it ❤

    1. Thank you so much AB for your kind comment! I appreciate it 🙂

      1. AB says:

        You’re most welcome!

  4. Oh, those bent paper secrets, how I miss them. When love or heartache was the simple tick of a box away. Succinct, beautiful, and nostalgic. Well done, Kirsten!

    1. Thank you Rhyan 🙂 I appreciate it!

      1. My absolute pleasure!

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