PROLOGUE
This poem explores the dynamics of unreciprocated romantic interest, particularly the phenomenon of playing hard to get. The speaker reflects on several interactions with a person who seemed to enjoy the chase yet remained elusive. Despite moments of connection through shared glances, the speaker struggled to engage, feeling frustrated by the mixed signals and the game being played. Ultimately, the speaker expresses regret for not being more proactive and wonders if a simple greeting could have changed the course of their encounters. The poem concludes with a lingering hope that future opportunities might arise to learn more about each other.
You Played Hard To Get
We had several encounters,
but all my attempts floundered,
whenever I made my move on those fine days.
Many times our eyes met,
but you played hard to get;
It was obvious you enjoyed the chase.
I’m not very good with mind games,
I still don’t even know your name,
You were someone that was hard to read.
You always dodged my eyes,
everytime that I would try,
to get closer for us to meet.
I caught you looking at me,
when you thought I didn’t see…
those mirrors around us gave you away.
You always looked incredible,
but this you might already know,
that was why you made this game hard to play.
I would go up and talk to you,
but you’d run off just so I’d pursue,
only for you to completely disappear.
But I wasn’t there looking for dates,
and even though you were great,
I gave up because you seemed insincere.
But I did return to that place,
because of your stunning face,
but you were nowhere to be found.
Now I have only regrets,
should had done more when we last met;
Thought I would see more of you around.
Since that day you ran away,
I returned the same time everyday;
In hindsight, a simple Hello would do.
I must had made it awkward,
but ever since it’d been clockwork,
to go back there just to look for you.
I know I don’t know you,
but why does it feel like I do?
I don’t even know what you sound like.
But your eyes that followed me,
undoubtedly wanted me to see,
that I genuinely had your interest spiked.
The good chance I blew is now gone,
looks like you have moved on;
I still haven’t stopped looking for you there.
Hopefully next time when you return,
there will be a chance for us to learn
more about each other and everything there’s to share.
