I don't know anymore...

Boy.

I like him. I don't know why.

Maybe it is the way his lips curl when he smiles at me.

Maybe it's the way his nose scrunches when he is concentrating on something.

Or someone.

But that someone is never me.

I try.

I try to make him notice me.

I do my hair really nicely one day.

I dress a little more revealing the next.

And sometimes he does notice.

But not for long.

I am simultaneously seen and unseen

Visible and invisible.

I go home.

I cry in my bed.

I convince myself that I don't care about him.

I go to school.

I see him.

I like him. I don't know why.

A/N: I wrote this poem out of anger over a boy I liked/like. But I kept it vague because I found that it is surprisingly relatable to many. Anyway...I hope you enjoyed! ~Allyn