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Arrogance Passed as Shyness

by Jaydon Cole

You lost me at 'hello',
your timid eyes trying to
muster up the courage to
comment on my shirt, or
how I smell, eyes like black holes;
the way I feign understanding
as you stutter your way through
another line about
how you dreamt of me a week
before you had even met me,
or guess that I'm a Taurus
while I pretend to forget
about the emerald talisman
that dangles from my neck.
The way you giggle when I giggle,
letting you believe that
for once in your life you
said something that may
actually pass as clever,
when really I'm trying
desperately not to laugh as the
thought of laughing at you
seems so cruelly funny.
I push the blood up into my face
and pretend like I don't know
what to say or how to react,
my voice quivering in nervousness
as you pathetically beg me to
take your phone number
that I crumple up and stuff into
my pocket. And after a couple
cycles through the wash your
existence will be reduced
to just another ball of lint.


Author's Note: I often portray myself in my writing as how I fear other people view me. I'm a very shy person, but apparently I don't look like one as I get approached a lot. A couple friends recently pointed out that I come across as very arrogant when meeting new people, when really I just have no idea how to act.

Posted on 04/10/2009
Copyright © 2022 Jaydon Cole

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/11/09 at 12:53 AM

"And after a couple cycles through the wash your existence will be reduced to just another ball of lint." Somehow seems a fitting ending to this dilemma.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/28/12 at 07:27 PM

with that last line, I cannot help but think of T.S. Eliot's prophetic line about love/world not ending with a bang but a whimper.

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