Book And Pen, Mind And I

Him

He was ineffable

I watched as he talked to his friends

And whenever we made eye contact

I'd quickly look away

I didn't want to seem creepy

I wanted to be welcoming

I like to think he writes about me as I do him

About my pretty blue eyes

And messy brown hair

But no

If he were to write about me, he'd be texting his friends

How i was 'too nice'

How easy i would be

Am i that easy?

One look and I'm head over heels

I fall in love so quickly

I've had my crushes, everyone has

Maybe this is simply a distraction from the world

Do i truly like him as much as i think i do?

Or is it my heart playing tricks on me again

-r