(This is a poem for a boy that I wrote on a whim a couple weeks ago or so...)
We'd be great together,
but you don't want to see me,
be near me,
understand me because we're too young for a relationship like this.
So you go ahead and chase the perfect girl,
the prodigy, the track star, the girl next door everyone freaking adores.
There's nothing inside her, nothing to hold,
I'm the girl in the corner and I know how you think,
your laugh,
your stupid annunciations of "h" in what and why,
it's a beautiful thing the way you make me smile,
and hey, fine I'm not the total package,
I rock and ripple the notions of normality
and