-Sorry-
I say after I bump into you
It’s not my fault the doorway is so thin
You nod and continue down the stairs
Off to your class and I off to mine
I sit down in my desk and lean forward to tell my friend
How I want to start a petition to
-Widen the damn doorways in this prison-
She laughs and asks who I bumped into this time
I don't know your name
But I describe the tall boy
With the piercing the blue eyes that saw straight through you
She shrugs and turns around
For 53 minutes of fighting to stay awake
I pass you again later that day
I can't help but study your striking face
You give me that judgmental look
The one you use with e v e r y t h i n g
I still haven't figured out if you know you do it
Maybe it just comes natural to you
Like your skepticism and cynicism
Or maybe it should have been a sign
A sign to stay far way
If it was a sign
I missed it.
