Lyle's Elegy

This is my desperation

That I cannot change my eyes

So you could see something in them

That I cannot make my touch

Leave a better mark upon you

That a heart can be so stubborn

Is frustration that I feel I know too well

That there’s not a form I could use

To say what I wanna say

I’d write a poem, I’d write a song, a play

A one-man show so you could know

How crazy this boy is

My apologies for this elegy

I hope that it’s okay

I’m a stalker, I’m too clingy,

I don’t get the point, we’re friends

“I don’t like you”—can you say that?

Can we bring this to an end?

Are my dreams unrealistic? Yeah, they’re dreams

But my motives are pure, my intentions are true

Here’s where I am what I seem

But you did not see me standing before you

I used to implore you to let me adore you

You never needed to say things back

Just let me speak; let that be that

Though this chase has been fun; it’s done

Though you once were the one; it’s done

Though this love was like rays

Shining down on my days

And in so many ways

You were the sun

It’s done

So I bless where you’re going

May it be kind and warm

But once in a while

Remember me if you will

Yelling love poems outside of your dorm

And here’s to the men who will love you once I’m gone

But I’ll still have my pictures, your gifts, and our song

An elegy that speaks to me while I try writing to you

This simple act of writing is simply all that I can do

And when I’m done I’ll say good-bye

For this poem is my last

My gift to you, my one true muse

Now you become my past