Girls with tiny waists and angelic faces sway rhythmically with muscular arms for belts.
While the girls with chubby cheeks sway to the movement of their cigarette filled air
Hums through the streets block out the sounds of missed chances
Lips not kissed
Numbers not asked for
Skin not touched
They tell themselves they are not jealous
They are happy for the girls with the sun kissed skin and pin straight hair
Whose fingers are intertwined with strong hands
As theirs clutch their phones seemingly unbothered
Their thighs create friction each as their friends’ glide through air
They tell themselves there’s one for me
These boys are just a glimmer in time
They mean nothing
I mean nothing
They go home alone
Tear soaked skin
Mascara marked
Chubby cheeks flushed
Telling themselves next time
I’ll mean something