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  Dec 2014 Alana Renee Montague
Q
I could sing a love song
And never mention a name
And when I peruse through my mind
There's never a single face

I'm all plurals and dreams
Of perfect unity
Between one, two
Between four and me

I could sing a love song
I could sing them a sonnet
I could serenade them
I could make them want it

I could sing a vision of a perfect home
I could sing of two point five children
That understand our bond
I could sing a love song.

But I'm ever-cynical, I know who I am
When I think of love, I'm not in the plan
I'm ever-realistic, I know my face
I could sing a love song but it'd never take.
see, I don't think a lot of myself. Realism's healthy.
The first time I saw you by my locker
I didn't notice anything about you at first, just the back of your head
After all, I had an hour to ****
The second time i saw you was in the cafeteria
You sat in front of me, by choice
And I was happy about it
It took me ten to 15 minutes to talk to you,
And i wasn't even the one to speak first
You introduced yourself then asked if I needed help
Two weeks passed and I haven't said a word just looked at you from a distance
My anxiety swallows my whole and i can't even say hello
But I have had time to notice you
And let me just say
I'm in love with your taste in music
I'm in love with the way you say my name when you call me
I'm in love with the way you hold your notebook
I love thinking about the way your voice changes when dialogue changes
Or when you struggle reading words you've never seen before and sit there for a few seconds trying to piece together what they mean
As i think about these things, I also pick up how you would never even Think of me
I mean really
You probably want a girl that's outgoing and is as funny as you
Or someone you can spend an afternoon together after school with
I'm very shy i can't even speak clearly
And i can't even talk without looking like a fool... "you too"
But even if nothing will ever happen
It would be just as quite exciting being friends with you
We could share the FNL binder and practice our lesson
It hasn't even been a semester yet and i'm already writing mediocre poetry about you
I'm sorry about that by the way
I'm not asking for a relationship but a friendship with someone like you would feel just the same.

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