transparent people

mixed feelings about a boy with no complexities

you were never a person to write stories about,
flowers didn't blossom at the mere sound of your voice,
your words didn't make the earth shake.
you were average,
and I guess that's why I liked you.
you weren't one to write poems about,
honestly you were quite boring and ordinary.
your eyes didn't hold galaxies
and your fingertips didn't make me tremble from the slightest touch.
and I guess that's why I hate you.