To A Girl (should I Give Her The Poem?)

Should I give the poem to the girl that it's non-fictionally written about?

To A Girl

Without control
My mind cycles back again
To her smile, her eyes as they look,
Away, always, away.

Her glance, her laugh is enough
To make me drunk with energy.
Alive. Breathless. Heart Pounding.
Deliriously Idyllic—like flying a kite for the first time.

Barely thinking
Barely breathing
Hands near a-trembling
She paralyzes me.

Does she know?
She must.
I asked her.
She must.

But if she did, would anything
Change?

Her mysterious heart pounds
For another?
Does it not see me?
Does it see me as just…another.

Across all the oceans of time
And all the eons of lives,
What if
She was meant for me, and me for she.

But life doesn’t happen—like that.
Does it?
Can it?
No? Yes? I don’t know. Maybe.

Her enigmatic gaze gives me no clues.
I’m powerless.

And if by a chance granted to me
by her,
She let me peer into her world,
Would I see my impressions dashed?
My world rocked and shattered?

Should I guard myself and run away?
Should I never look behind Oz’s curtain?
Or should I dare to dream the impossible?
No? Yes? I don’t know. Maybe.

I’m a fly stuck in her invisible web, so why won’t she kiss me and end it?
zepwnage zepwnage
26-30, M
Jan 7, 2013