She.
Her.
Whatever.
That girl.

Saw her.
Describe her?
"Adorable,"
"I want to tease her."

Long black hair.
Dances.
Thick glasses.
Still pretty if she wears them or not.

Talks.
Fast.
I wonder how she talks so fast like that.

Her face.
Round.
Cute.
Love her lips. How the lower lip sticks out.

Maybe I can tell her this. Maybe she will read this.
And maybe...
Just maybe...

She'll accept me.

Maybe.

My confession.

Haha.

"Add a poem."

It said.

But I don't know what to write.

What kind of poems are there? Love poem? Rhyming? Haikeu? Free style?

I have decided,

This is the poem of "I don't know what to write poem."

Pretty neat, huh?

Haha.

She talks a lot, if not all the time.
She laughs to the point of annoyance,
but I don't entirely mind.

My throat aches from constant laughing
and release of my joy
but that's who she is.

She thinks of herself as an "asexual,"
but life wouldn't be the same without her.
She still has a place in my heart.

You have so much wisdom and potential,
you're fun to be around,
and we surely have a bond.

I tell you, "I love you,"
I demand, "Can I get a hug?"
You growl and push me off, but,

I remembered.

You love me.

And I am your friend.

Once apon a time

There was a girl

And I loved her.

It was my first love.

First time feeling how it feels to love someone.

You want to hug them

Can't stay away from them

And when you think about them you smile

But my parents say it's wrong

And I know it is

But it's reeeaally hard not to love her

Not wanting to hug her

Trying to stay away from her

And to not smile when I think of her

I don't care how she thinks of this

I don't care if she thinks I'm an annoying ugly idiot goofball

But I love her soooo much

It's really hard not to

Because I do


Love

Her....

Im gonna say it today

Im gonna tell her tonight

Im gonna confess it right now

Now

And hoping this poem reaches her

"I love you. For real."

She smiles a lot, if not all the time.
She compliments to the point of annoyance,
but I don't entirely mind.

My throat aches from constant shouting
and release of my angst,
but that's who she is.

She thinks of herself as an "extra",
but life wouldn't be the same without her.
She still has a place in my heart.

You have so much talent and potential,
you're fun to be around,
and we surely have a bond.

I tell you "I hate you",
I demand, "Shut up,
but remember, I love you, friend.

My friend.

Made me cry

Today

Not because she was rude

Or mean

I didn't cry because I was angry or sad

I honestly don't know why I cried.

But reading that poem she wrote about forced out those drops of water drip out of my eyes.

"Wow,"

I think

"I thought she hated me"

Haha