SHE LOVES ME! HE LOVES ME NOT!

I’m so in love with her.
I wish had someone to love me.
When I meet her on the street, she looks through me, like nobody’s there.
I wish I could meet somebody that cared.
She’s so beautiful.
I’m nothing but a wall flower. 
A guy like me would never have a chance.
My biological clock is about ready to stop.  I should’ve tried to hook-up with a guy when I had the chance.
I know what I’ll do, I’ll buy her flowers.
What lovely apricot roses, but who is this ‘anonymous?'
I’ll send her candy.
Mr. Anonymous sent me a box of splendid chocolates.  Should I be flattered, or should I be scared?
I’m her secret admirer.
I’ve got a stalker. 
I need to get up the nerve to knock on her door and introduce myself.
Dad called and wants me to come over right now, he says he has something for me. He's concerned about this guy shadowing me.
I rang her bell, then I knocked on the door.  “Darn,” she’s not home.  Wait a minute!  She didn’t completely shut the door.  When I knocked, it swung open.
Dad gave me a little hand gun.
I wonder where she put those flowers I sent her?  Do I dare take a peek around?
They’re not on the table, maybe she put them on her bedroom dresser.
Damn! I was in such a hurry to leave, I must have forgot to lock the door.
Oh my God she’s home!  I’ve got to hide!
I need to get to bed.
I'll hide under the bed.
I can’t believe what a mean looking thing this little gun is.
I can’t believe she’s lying right above me.  She’s so close I can smell her sweet perfume.
“Dear God.”
She’s praying.
“I know this sounds foolish, but I ask for but one thing.  I ask for you to send someone to love me.   A man to be my lover, and hopefully, the father of my children.”
“Your prayer has been answered!”
“What The Fuck! Who the Hell is that?” 
“I’m the guy God sent you.  I’m underneath your bed.”

(I'm trying out a new poetry form; dialogue free verse.  I've got another I'll post later this week.  Tell me what you think, and if you ever seen this sort of poetry before.)