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cheerleaders

cliche and familiar

they type that we are

although oh so similar 

still too far apart

I've wanted so much

to inch a bit close

who knows what we'd do

who cares where we'd go

pom-poms and ponytails

bows clipped too tight

shorts skirts and tall girls

lovesickness in November nights

we're still the same type

both lovely and bright

but you still don't quite see me

 the way I would like

 so damn decisive

you know what you want

it irks me a bit

that I'm not quite enough 

I know my own worth

my value is graceful

but though yours is too

we're half of the same home

this has never quite happened

something is off

you're meant to smile at me

we're meant to fall in love

obsessive and tiring

it's not by my will

I can't simply choose

for my pulse to lose control

but you're more than a girl

we're one in the same

cheerleaders framed

in ignorance and a lack of brains

you're not like the rest

better than them all

I wish I could live without

needing green eyes grace me in the hall

this will lead to nothing

I've figured out that much

but fuck everyone saying

this is just a crush

crushes don't last

they're foolish child's play

nobody else in this whole world

would rather die than forget your face