im not homecoming queen.
people take one look at me and think
“wow, she must have it made.  
popular,
boys,  
just a pretty face,
typical mean girl.
She must be a Homecoming Queen.”
but i’m not.
i’m not even on the court.
i’m not rude or entitled
i don’t have crowds of people
following me around
and my looks get me nowhere.
i’m just here,
suffering as much as the next person.

you’re even more beautiful in person.
I watched the sparkling water
reflect back on to you
the stars in your eyes
you watched them from my roof
spirits surely lifted ours
but it lifted something else
I melted into you
like the ***** melted into me
you   were   Intoxicating.
you said things
I wondered how it would change us
and I’m not scared
I welcome it if it’s true.
you wrote a poem about me
I’m writing one about you.