SHE LOVES ME!

SHE LOVES ME!

Darkness all around him,
But no darker than his heart
The void inside consumes him
Let us find a place to start.

He saw her on day, sitting there,
He didn't know her name
But he thought he could watch her close,
It was harmless just the same

With no clues to back him up
He went in caution free
The moment that she looked his way
His mind was made with "She loves me!"

She did little more that that, that day,
Merely looked in his general direction
But for the next week, 'till he saw her again,
He couldn't tame his constant erection.

Waiting in anticipation
As she entered the room
His blood running hot went icy cold
As he witnessed his secret love's doom

It started docile and under control,
He could keep his mind on other stuff,
But soon, so soon, it got so bad
When he saw, he fell in a huff.

Once and more it came to be
He had been sent into a spasm,
The thought of her, in any sense
Caused him a violent orgasm

He ended up in bad one morning,
Moaning just her name,
He couldn't move for his organ's sake,
It was permanently inflamed.

He had watched her for so many weeks,
His sights set never away
His heart was crushed when realisation came,
That dark and haunting day

She was hanging with someone else though,
A friend, he thought, hoped, it must be,
For what did she see or want in him,
"THAT SHE CAN'T FIND IN ME?!?"

He had managed to get her phone number,
And she somewhere had jotted his too
And from that moment his hopes soared high
And he stuck to his phone like glue.

And here we find our anti-hero,
With the phone, desperate, more than ever
Waiting, waiting, in the dark,
Leave it, he would never.

Each day and night he sat there,
Anticipating a certain dream
For whenever he thought of her,
His underpants he would have to clean

It came a time, this time right now,
When he sat there in the still
"She'll call!" he said unto himself,
And that phone, to ring, he willed.

That darkness all around him,
No light but for that on the phone,
And the two little reflections of his pupils
As he sat there all alone.

The only sound was of his breath,
His lungs, deeply, in and out
His anticipation heavy in every pant,
That she'd call, he had no doubt.

Someone opened the door to his room,
In poured the light like a wave,
He shrieked and covered his eyes in pain,
Acting as a vampire would behave.

Left alone, for oh so long,
It didn't matter to him,
He was happy until the phone rang,
With an atmosphere so dim.

Then finally, the quiet broke,
The call he had awaited had come,
"I'm getting married," she said ecstatically,
And, "The rock's as big as my thumb!"

To that he could not answer,
As he set the receiver down,
Eerily, his demeanour remained
Not even the slightest frown.

Silences of silences,
Had taken their residence here,
not even the smallest pin could drop,
For its sound would not reach the ear.

Then abruptly, like a volcano burst,
The sound issued forth from his chest,
Pain, hatred and disappointment roared,
And left behind a broken man, and a mess.

Tom O'Keefe.