A Collection of Poems

Ode to all the girls I've been scared of

She stands in line at the grocery store.

Ignorant and imperfect,

beautiful in ways that only I see.

Holding a crumpled handful

of canvas bags.

She sits across from me at the doctor's office.

tan and glowing

absorbed in a world that does not,

and probably 

will never, include me.

She scrolls uninterested.

Just feet away from me at the café.

Glasses askew

on the bridge of her nose,

sipping my favorite drink.

Her lips pursed around a straw,

indifferent.

She'll never feel

the same as me.