Love and then death

How do I tell the one I love,
That I love him so dear?
With out reject,
Or the slightest tear?

To have him
With happy and proud.
With my heart
Singing so loud.

With out the breaking,
Of my heart.
But in this story,
Here comes the best part.

I walk to him,
With my heart beating so fast.
There he goes,
He walks right past.

I hear my heart brake,
I hear it crumble.
With the thought of my words,
I thought I would fumble.

I was so nervous,
And part scared.
Then when he walked past,
And I just stared.

Just then, no,
I thought,
I know he loves me,
Loves me a lot!

This cant be true,
To my unbearable eyes.
I was so confuse,
How may I hear so many lies?

Then later that day,
This poem I write.
I fold it so neatly,
Into his locker that night.

I wonder so deep,
I wonder if he cares.
Or would he lie,
And go on with his pairs.

I wait and I hide,
Across the hall.
May he read the letter,
Standing so tall.

He looks up and down,
Front to back.
Then the letter he crumbles,
And lies at the bottom of his sack.

I was torn,
I thought I’d die.
Then that night,
Was I a lie.

I couldn’t take it,
I grabbed that knife,
Then that night,
I took my life.

I was dead,
My life was wasted.
And in school the next day,
My picture they pasted.

To some I was unknown,
But they all dread tears.
With the many laughs,
Over those longs years.

May he of noticed,
Would he of cared.
But to that girl,
She couldn’t have bared.

Her name was Sam,
And over the years,
Was there so much,
As one little tear?

She wouldn’t have noticed,
If people cried.
The day her heart broke,
And the day that she died.

By Samantha Jo Krummen
August 8, 2005