So there's this GUY.
He's totally out of my league,
but some part of my brain likes to convince me that
maybe,
just maybe,
I'll be noticed by him one day
The other part of my brain
bubbles
with visions of him talking,
laughing,
kissing another girl,
and it takes several Hershey's kisses to remember it's not real.
On very, very happy days
I allow myself to be
The Girl,
The One he's holding hands with,
The One he's in love with.
What would it be like to kiss him?
Confession time: He'd be my first.
Would I be his?
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Thoughts
Poetry~technically, every day is leg day when you're running away from your problems~ ((alternatively titled: please enjoy my laughable poetry.))
