Daydream

Ever feel this way about someone you like?

I love the way you love me.

I like the way you pretend not to notice me.

I like the way you avoid me like a flame.

I like the way you walk, not cocky, not shy.

I like the way that you wear shorts even when it's below freezing outside.

I like the way you dyed that blond streak in your hair back to black.

I like the way the hair on the back of your neck is longer than the rest.

I like the way you don't say a word in class, even if you are called on.

I hate that you only talk to those three girls that surround your desk.

I hate the way that you say words that are meant only for them.

I hate the way that they are the ones that get to hear your sweet voice.

I hate that you might think I have a crush.

I hate that you never have once acknowledged me since we were forced to be partners in freshmen English.

I hate the image you probably have of me.

I hate the way I try to look away as you walk in front of me.

I hate the way I hope and pray at night that you don't have a girlfriend.

I hate the way I have daydreams about you.

I hate that I think of you.

I hate the way that the words I am tying right now are about you.

I hate the way I love you.

 

 

 

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