𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲

he sat there,
ginger hair and
big brown eyes staring
dreamily at the whiteboard
or at the bookcase or
maybe even at me, which sat
between both objects.
i often wish he would glance
at me or he would
talk to me, even just a smile
would be enough.
yet he never does and i know
why.
we reside in two different places.
not physically, but emotionally
and mentally.
he resides in the sunny, green grass
field painted with white numbers
and littered with beautiful girls,
hopeful ones at that.
and i reside as the noble heiress to
a musical land where people sing
and the music is a mellifluous sound
among the screaming and yelling
of the political and economical
world.
we would never be caught dead in
the same place,
as though we were two divorced lovers.
yet there we sat in science watching
the time go by and regretfully falling in
love with one another right under the
nose of our past lovers
who sat quietly in the class until
he and i got too close.
how i wished i could have pressed my
rose petaled lips against his that
day we landed inches from one another
or that i could have had the courage
to stay when everyone else had
left and the two of us were left alone
in that cold room.
i wish that i would have done everything
i swore i wouldn't do.
but heiresses and presidents don't
speak out of place, nor do they
swallow their pride for romantic interests.
but damn i wish i would have
gone against all of it for you.
because you're worth that to me.

written on: february 24th, 2021
for someone new