Oh, sweet ginger.
Your innocent blue eyes
and freckled face had me fall,
even if you were a few inches shorter than me.
So when I finally got over you with some other boy,
I didn't feel it as I would have.
The word, enough to tear through skin,
or at least make me cry in geometry.
But then, as I was sitting in the class
after getting back from my cry sess,
what if I was beautiful?
What if I had looked at you in Spanish,
but I had doe eyes as big as Chloe's,
and as blue as Molly's,
and hair as blonde as Emma's,
and a frame as small as Mary's.
What if I didn't look like a bitch when I was just thinking,
or was as smart as Brooke.
And who knows?
My cousin was sitting next to you anyway.
Stop being so selfish.
What if whenever a guy walked passed me in the hall,
I raised up my skirt a little higher.
Or, in health, when Mr. Fancher said gays weren't born that way,
I remained silent,
instead of putting in my two cents.
Or when Ryan asked if I spent my free time having sexy Skype conversations with Nyk,
I had said I wish
instead of no.
There is a list of stuff I did that would be cute if I had not talked
or said something different,
or did something different,
but I did that for me,
not you.
So stop thinking I think you're my god,
when you should start following your own.
YOU ARE READING
Oneshots and Short Stories
RandomA collection of short stories, some one chapter, some a few chapters. some fiction, some fan fiction.