Hi…this is awkward. It’s been a while, and my schedule is no longer alive…sorry. Anyway, I’m going on winter break soon so hopefully, I’ll be getting out all the posts that I’ve been mean to but for now, have this poem that I got inspired to write and have rewritten many times and am still not completely satisfied with it but I need some kind of validation.
So I have this thing You can call it a crush, If you want I thought it was a blip An illogical thought And sometimes I still think it is So I tell myself I’m over it But… The way she smiles catches me off guard I’m over it but… My breath catches when I’m next to her There’s a million things that should throw me off So I’m over it but… I find everything so endearing I’m not in stats But I know it’s all highly improbable So I’m completely and totally over it But…what does it mean when I’m blanking on a math test and she’s all I can think of? I’m over it but… Instead of doing homework I’m writing my first poem in forever About her But I’m over it… Even though she’s the one I look to, not the camera I say I’m over it but… When she texts I fumble for a response And when she doesn’t, I hope every notification is her Denial isn't pretty but neither is rejection And that’s all I can think about as I watch her walk away So I’m completely and totally over it… But the class we share has got me in a mess
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