Date: 11-02-2016
Tween-crush
All I've known
Since I laid eyes
On that messy mop of hair
Is that I'm one step away from falling
To the ends of the very earth
(Or something as equally as dramatic
To a preteen poetry nerd)
His green eyes spell out beauty
And maybe if he stopped and turned around
He would notice me staring
From behind my thick-rimmed black glasses
With my head in my another book
Faking not looking
At his flawless being.
But as most love stories go
I continue existing
Past the realm of his reality
In my own concoction of bittersweet
middle school torture
I watch him from afar
Or so it feels
When really, I'm a seat behind him
A couple hundred centimeters
From smelling his hair
(I've never done that I swear)
I hope one day he'll acknowledge
My little crush
That the girl in the pigtails,
Is more than just books and bad eye sight
For him, I would wait
(I'm considering getting lenses)
Maybe in high school he'll see
Past the tween-age me.
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Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
