My poem - with an invisible ink, it spells out "I love you" Options

[seremela_culnamo]

I am so not in the mood right now, so here's my poem that I included in today's update - basically he read it and it's for him, but he doesn't know it's for him. Then again, some of the stuff said, it's directed only towards him. So if he slowly thinks about it and such, he will probably realize that I like him more than just as a good friend. Meh. Please don't criticize how bad it is. I just had to get everything down:

Mood // Feeling so hopeless and useless

Poem.
Here's a poem that I wrote last night. It's a dramatic monologue. & I ended up writing about you. All I can do is sit here as tears roll down my cheek while I type this out as I mutter it again.

I would lay down on my bed
Wishing that I was dead.
As I stared at the ceiling, deep in thought,
Your words - I couldn't believe they were brought.
I hate myself for being so naive
Never again shall I believe
In you - in them - in anything.
Taking a cup, it smashes with my fling.
Down the shelves, the tomato juice drips,
Like my blood, becoming a puddle from my trips
- The number of times you have caused me pain,
Who created the saying, "No pain, no gain"?
I know it's not your fault - it's me,
So stop worrying - leave me alone - let me be.
You are no Clark Kent - you are no Batman;
In the real world, you would never be the man.
Stop trying, stop blaming others and yourself
Because in the end, I'm alone - me and myself,
The more you worry; the more you care
Causing the shards to sink further - my stupid dare.
My urge to tell you everything
Only makes me run away - hiding behind anything
Because I have finally fallen through
- My scars, my scabs - become more rough.
I slowly closed my eyes - shielding from the outdoor's brightness
Until I was blind, blinded by the blanket of darkness
- I finally came to my senses - I knew what has to be done,
Why not take the risk? Sooner or later, I would be gone -
Confessions were to be made - from the first day
Till this very moment as I lay,
Thinking of our friendship, we said we will compromise
- I'm sorry for the pain, but promises are promises.
As I turn onto my side,
The fear hits me like a strong tide.
I stared at the phone - it sends a chill down my back bone
- I reached - I dailed - I waited - the everlasting dail tone.

I feel so pathetic, hopeless and stupid right now. Why Chloe, why? Why did you have to give it to him to read it? But it's not your fault, that he started asking you questions about who this poem was meant for. This incredibly sucks because the person I'm describing in the story, was him. Not him, nor that dude or the other one. It's you. When can you realize that it might be you. Or do you know? Do you even have any clue? At one point, I realized that it wouldn't be worth breaking our friendship. So I tried to look at you as though you're just a friend that happens to unleash the cage to the butterflies in my stomache. But after yesterday, after today, I realized that it's still there and I have been trying to live in denial. Chloe .. I need to talk to you about what happened in class today. It was weird since he was there and we couldn't talk about it freely. I need to know. I definately want to know what's going on in HIS head, TOO. I want you to stop thinking that it's Rex because it isn't. It's YOU, YOU, YOU!

- Kalanadian Girl

[*iNyCxShoRT*]

Brilliant. I know how you feel. I'm going through roughs times as well and this poem is very relatable. It's going into my profile.