Pictures and music and nuisances and REALLY BAD handshakes.
He is practically composed of that.
And he is this ball of weirdness and paedophile vibes but he's good.
HE'S GOOD.
I've pondered about him on various occasions when I shouldn't be.
But he's perfectly screwed up in jacked up places.
He's wonderful.
I know I shouldn't even be trying to find out what dating someone like him would be like, because he is otherwise engaged.
With a really nice girl.
We always talk at awkward moments and for some strange reason he's almost always not at school.
He says he used to not be able to control his anger and at that moment was when I fell harder for the idiot believe it or not.
It meant he thought for the greater good of the world, he shouldn't be violent.
He falls off the wagon once a while but it's much better than constantly feeling the urge to punch any idiot in the face.
I'd be among those people with black eyes.
I'm a Grade-A dum-dum and I would most definitely get punched.
But he's great and I have never doubted anyone I like more than I ponder about him.
He's this wonderful tall boy who towers over me.
And everytime I look up at him I remember stargazing.
And trust that the sparkling blue colour of his eyes doesn't help that either.
And he pays close attention to his hair, and was peeved to shit when the school said it was too long and he needed to cut it.
But he did, cause he had to.
And his blonde locks appreciate his face more than they should.
And he always shares his music preferences with me because his music is definition awesome.
And he has few particular teeth out of tune but he has the greatest smile.
And I know I shouldn't like him, but forgive me for doing so.
And I hate the fact that he uses Nikki because she's slowly killing him puff by fuckin puff.
And why can't he be a rebel and tell certain people to take their opinions and throw them at the burning sun?
My dear,sweet tall blue-eyed creature.
Do you lurk in the night like the thoughts in my mind of you pester me sometimes?
Do you see me as I see you?
And do you really think we'd be doing bad if we turned out to be a good thing because colour has a way of fucking with people?
I don't know.
I DON'T KNOW.
"who does? "
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I wrote two different poems about crushes I have and in retrospect one is longer than the other. Does that mean I like him more I do not know. Funny thing is that those guys don't even know I like them. And in the poems I didn't use names. You'd have to be like a super slueth mind reader who is a descendant of Sherlock Holmes to solve who the two guys actually are. I'm difficult like that. 😊
