A Collection of Short Stories

Him

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

I think about the way he talks,

Always ending every sentence with a whim,

And how nothing he ever says is something gawk.

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

I think about the way he cut his hair,

And how the way his mom made him cut it was grim,

But he doesn’t really seem to care.

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

I think about the freckles scattered all over his body,

The freckles that decorate every single limb,

God’s work with his freckles was definitely not shoddy.

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

I think about how I want to be his girl,

And how I wouldn’t want our relationship to be brim,

But I would always want to be near the boy with a curl.

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

I think about how he’ll never want to be with me,

The chances of us ever being together are skim,

But if it did ever happen, I would be filled with glee.

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

I think about all the things I could say,

And how I would never want to sound prim,

But whenever I see him, I get all squishy like clay.

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

If he knew how I felt, he’d laugh me out the door.

All his friends would come up with some sarcastic whim,

I’d most likely sob until my throat was sore.

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

I’ll never tell him how I feel.

He’s always known me as a little bit prim.

I don’t think he ever imagined my heart would be his to steal.

All I can think about is this one guy who doesn’t know I think about him.

If he ever read this, I would die.

If he ever read this, the world around me would go dim.

If he ever read this, I would lay down and cry.

I’m trying to stop thinking about this guy,

He’s already aware that I like him,

But whoever told him, I wonder why.

Whoever told him, thank you for turning silence into a shim.

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This poem really sucked. -Alaina