He’s the new boy
Slightly pudgy,
Tall and blond
His blue eyes catch yours.
You think he’s weird,
He thinks you’re hot.
You avoid eye contact,
His attention is all yours.
He makes dumb jokes,
You fake a laugh.
He loves you,
But you don’t love him back.
You hide behind others
He calls you out
You ignore him
He adores you.
He follows you around,
You shake him off.
He is a heat-seeking missile,
Hunting for your love.
~ Winter ~
The seasons change
But he does not
He loves you so
You love him not.
He is clingy,
You don’t know what to do.
So you turn to friends,
Who cannot help you.
Then it stops…
He asks you out
You agree
There’s nothing to it
Its just sympathy.
He is happy,
you are trapped
cannot get out
and have to choose.
make him happy,
or be free from him.
you get shaky,
you palms start to sweat,
as he tells you he loves you,
and he's the best you'll ever get.
The choice is made.
you scoff at the boy
avoid him at all costs
He stumbles and falls of his Damn
high horse and breaks down.
You think it's over
You think you've won
but he assures you
the fight has only begun.
~in dedication to the boy I hate may he figure it out on his own~
