He told her that she looks pretty,
A world beyond compare.
He told me nothing,
A silence so long it was loud.
He says he wants to make her happy,
But what about me?
He says that I'm nice to talk to,
It's been a week since an exchange.
He doesn't want to make her hate him,
But he doesn't let anyone in.
He says he can trust me,
Yet he doesn't depend on me enough.
He sends different signals,
It was only one to her.
He's confusing my brain and heart,
And I don't know what to do.
He is my first heart-throb crush,
And I want something to happen.
He is going to be my first broken heart.
And I want to do all things to avoid it.
~a.k.
YOU ARE READING
Polaroid Poems
PoesíaSo I write poetry... © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ For even more poetry, check out the next book in this poetry series, Paint Swatch Poems.
