I don't know why I was shoved into your group
But like, okay
Maybe I can work with this
I'm not quite sure how I feel about being in your group for this project
I'm not too excited about this project; I've regretted taking this class for a while
And I can tell that you're not too happy that I'm here
But it's okay, I guess
The other person in the group is friendly
And you're not really mean to me, just cranky.I really hate projects like this.
But I think, if I do a good job, then maybe, possibly, you might hate me a teeny tiny bit less.
That's probably too much to ask.I've gotten nearly nothing done so far,
But I will try harder to be productive, I promise
And I'll spend more time working and less time sneaking glances at you.
Well, I suppose it was too long to be a glance— ugh. Fine, maybe I was staring.
Sometimes I just can't stop myself from admiring your beautiful face, and imagining—
No, I need to stop.
I need to get back to work and get this gosh darn project done so I don't heckin' fail this class.
YOU ARE READING
Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoetrySome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...