My frustration is your aberration.
For you can't seem to realize,
That's "our" situation,
Not just your demise.

I irritate because of concern,
But how can I help you,
When to me you just burn,
So what is it I can do?

I can not just sit back and watch,
Not when my own life is at risk,
And yes I know I am an annoying punch,
To whom I know away you want whisked.

But realize this,
I am in this too,
And ignorance is not our bliss,
Not in the case of me and you.

Defiant

The sting of being stood up crashes over me like the wake of a wave.
I hear the door open but see only a unknown stranger.
Is it my looks, my manner, the way in which I behave?
Oh I don't worry, or feel hurt, of even anger.
Though not uncommon this occurrence is rare,
And not totally unseen.
So I wait patiently while looking at the door with care,
Until what can be can no longer have been,
And when my coffee is all drank,
And the bill is paid,
Though some part of my spirit may have sank,
The best of it, I will still have made.

By Devon Coupland

Lover or Friend

"Despair, Despair" cries my heart with every passing minute without your call.
Though not expected, hoped in fact, that the sound of you voice to my ears would fall,
Oh I know not your voice from that of a stranger,
But I must question what is the greater danger,
Passing you by without a word or gesture,
Or talking to you and mistaking your words texture,
For that of an acquaintance or a friend,
And not seeing for us what’s just around the bend.