The Poems of Her

My Thoughts On You, To Him

I think I love you

You're such a cliché

But it looks good on you

The black t-shirts and ripped jeans

Your cigarettes and the scars along your arms

The curses that flow from your mouth

That smile though, the one you give me

That makes me blush and look away

That chuckle you let out when I do

My shyness amuses you

My boldness confuses you

I always sit with you and your vulgar goth, punk, emo, hot topic shopping friends

I don't fit in

With my over size sweaters and mom jeans

I'm not like the other girls there

In their slutty outfits with wild neon hair

In their ripped clothes with all the their piercings

I do have colored hair

I have dark plum locks

That turn into purple flames in summer sun

I have a subtly

I have mystery

I know you like that

I know you like my hair

I know you like my oddities

I know you like that I'm not a cliché

Just like I like your demeanoer

Just like I like your look and attitude

I know you're not an idiot

You're smart, you like books and poetry

You like my poetry

You're still a cliché

The dark brooding intelligent rebel

Just like the films

Only you find me funny

If this was a movie you'd fall in love with me

But you won't because this is real life and I'm just odd

I'm different and that's not enough to beat sexy

Unless there is a truly great guy under all that black

I think there is which is why I think I love you

The question, is do you like me?

Or am I just a naïve girl

I know I'm sweet

I know you like that

But how much?