Fictional Love

Strangers we were,

Talking seemed a dare.

Friends I made rare,

It all started with a stare.

In the front row I sat,

Alone with books so fat.

A guy behind me with a hat,

Initiated the -ship with a pat.

He called himself Zack,

The colour of his hat black,

Funniest joke he could crack,

My heart, successfully he did hack.

We are not friends forever,

Why are we still together?

I can't bear this fever,

Because the emotions are heavier.

These feelings were new,

Never really joined the crew.

Names of some we knew,

A close bond with no few.

Only the two were hanging out,

Is it love? my doubt.

Fights and quarrels made us pout,

Forgiveness at end was all about.

I wonder do I have a crush,

But, feel like what's the need to rush.

A portrait of his I painted with a brush,

His high pitched voice has its own lush.

It was finally time to confess,

The painting and roses looked a bit of a mess.

Here, I go taking a lot of stress,

I know we have god's bless.

Nervously, I said, "I love you."

Shockingly, he had no clue.

He saw me with a different view,

Regretting my act never a new.

Friends we were he say,

It was just my bad day.

All I want to do was stay away,

Weeping on the bed I lay.

I feel so stupid,

Million doubts to ask the cupid.

His reply was honest and lucid,

In embarrassment, I just hid.

I just wanted to ignore,

Deeply am hurt at the core.

Now, its time to stop the roar,

And go back to the normal floor.

Back to being myself,

Small and alone in a crowd like elf.

Sometimes its good to be yourselves,

And store feelings in a diary sitting on a old shelf.