[Rain]

Look at me, look at me and say you couldn’t love me.
Tell me so I can forget about it, so I may move on.
If you can’t, then please be mine, I’m tired of waiting.

If you could, if you could just realize that we could work.
You look at me as a friend, and that is all.
If you could look at it in a bigger picture... could we work?

I try so hard, so hard to let these feelings pass me by.
Yet they lurk in me, I wish I could just forget, I’m so exhausted.
If you let me linger, I’ll just fade away.

Take time, take time to figure it out, to realize.

[Phonoho]

Spell it out? I think you just did, in straight forward language, perhaps at the expense of poetic voice. No real harm in that, one just gets to the meat of these sentiments a little too easily, as if it were, in fact, spelled out for them. Poetry readers, in my view, like to be seduced, lured toward comprehension in a roundabout way and left with the feeling that they may have missed something, thereby prompting them to read it again for a deeper meaning. Here, the pulse lies on the surface and in plain view. Perhaps that was your intent, and if so, then good job.

[Rain]

Yeah, it was my intention, I wanted it to feel as if I was actually speaking to the person in a real conversation, I don't really know how I did. Now for the spell it out... I should change that, I'll think of an ending right now

EDIT: Forgot a few things lol. I took away the bold type, and I found an ending. This one was really for venting reasons honestly. I like to vent through writing instead of talking it out with people . Thanks for taking this one, Phon.