Third of three

X stands for mystery,
Every woman's got two.
You got your fair share,
In the things that you do.

One day you like me,
But you won't say a word.
I'm getting confused,
My feelings are hurt.

Knowing you don't like me,
Or the fact that you do.
Would be so much easier,
Then not knowing you.

I remember Berlin,
We talked for a while.
But later you passed me ,
without even a smile.

Expressing my feelings,
Is the last thing I can do.
Writing these poems,
I don't want to confuse you.

If you still don't know who I am,
We'll play another game.
Put this sticker on your locker,
And I'll tell you my name.

If you don't want to know,
Then let it be.
And if you already know,
Why don't you tell me.