The underneath of my skin
is boiling hot
because she and I
are friends,
but you and her are something more.
You're the first person I look for
in the classroom each morning
yet you ignore me
no matter what time I walk in the door.
I like the fact that your arms are large enough to wrap around me
I like that you make me feel small
but it seems that she
is more than I
in your mind.
YOU ARE READING
Requins
PoetrySome words thrown together, forming something along the lines of poetry.