I sit and stare at the screen.
I think of you.
I’m told to relax and find somewhere “happy.”
It’s in your arms.
I watch a kiss on TV, in a movie.
Memories come flooding back.
I write out my homework.
I absently write your name.
I fall asleep thinking of you.
I dream about you.
I pass you in the hall, on the street.
I can hardly look at you.
I am too embarrassed.
I talk to you, but too much too fast.
I want so badly for you to like me as I like you.
I missed my chance.
I can’t compare to the girls you choose.
I hate being “me” when I’m around you.
I want to be her, the one you prefer.
I don’t know what to call what I feel for you,
I want to be in your life, though,
I do know that.
 
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