YELLOW WINTER

I like him...oh my God! I do?
I like his greasy skin, the way he always sort of hides his smile... I like that he isn't conventionally attractive, he isn't aesthetic. He's real, like real normal.
I like that I can go out with him and no one would raise eye brows... we'll just be two odd people doing odd things, falling in love with our oddness...
I'm glad I don't like his friend, that'll make me stand out more... that'll make my uglliness apparent and I wouldn't just fade into the background like i normally do.
I'll be the uglly girl with the really attractive stud. No one would know my name even then but they'll all know... they'll all know what I don't look like and how sadly I do.