I grit my teeth as you try to flirt. You're being pretty forward for an introvert, Eyelids lowered and your hand on her skirt. I'm not jealous.
You give her the look that you give them all, You can pull it off cause you're cute and tall. There's a pit in my stomach as I watch her fall. I'm not jealous.
I stare hard as you lean in. I watch her head begin to swim. You can pull it off cause you're cute and thin - Kissing her on a whim.
YOU ARE READING
Anywhere.
PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
