Unrequited Love

Smelling calor gas flames
on a wet Monday shivering,
trying to keep warm.
Watching your breath whiten the air,
thinking maybe it's time
to paint the walls.
Feeling tense, can't relax
a sensation in your head
and your stomach that you can't contain.
Not wanting to cook or eat,
don't want to shit
want to hold it in forever.
Too lazy to even think
about an erection
going four or five days
without touching or speaking.
Feeling bad, so bad
you can't relate to emotion or desire.
And all because
she didn't send you a Xmas card
didn't phone or call round
didn't leave a message
at your front door.
Yes, you've got it bad
and what's more I'm not even
going to say
"I told you so",
just watch you squirm
as the sun attempts to find
a gap in the trees outside your window,
to try to share a little warmth.