book twelve

wednesday

you

make me forget my name,

forget how to breathe,

forget how to put words into fucking sentences,

forget every simple thing ever to exist.

but

you 

make me remember every small detail

that i know that includes you.

we met on a wednesday,

a perfect sunshiney wednesday,

and i was so stressed and nervous and tired,

and you were standing next to me.

within the first five minutes of school,

i knew that you and i were going to be 

 friends. at the least

i'm sick of being friends.

i want to hold your hand.

so badly.

tease you about some stupid shit

and then actually compliment you.

you told me on a wednesday,

that you like me.

i think i went into shock?

it's taken me

a while to 

figure out what to say.

but this is what i wanna say.

and you

are a fucking dumbass.

earlier this week,

i asked if you wanted 

to read my poetry.

the poetry where i just talk about

you.

but your stubborn self 

said no.

even after i asked you 

repeatedly.

i was gonna tell you.

why are you so stupid?

but so smart like jesus christ.

you got all A's on your report card.

you rock your new haircut so much?

even if you look super emo?

fuck fuck fuck.

what did you do to me sarah.