An ode to my first crush-
to the way her hair curled at the bottom,
to the way her nose scrunched when she smiled,
to the way she would dramatically blink whenever I said something dumb,
to all of those dumb things I said.
to sleepovers every weekend,
to innocent cuddling on her couch,
to the realization that I felt more for her than my other friends,
to my middle-school hormones,
to thinking of kissing her.
to not admitting this to myself until 2 years later, long after she moved away,
to even then, not wanting it to be true,
to being hopelessly smitten with a straight girl.
YOU ARE READING
mindful rambling
Poesie"I am the damsel in distress, and words, my knight in shining armor" this is a wreck but so am i plz read it
