When the door shuts I'd stare at the mirror carefully fix my hair and adjust my collar.
For I want to look good if you see me through that door.
When it hits fifteen I'd imagine us greeting introduce myself to you and just say hello (it's me!)
For I want to be in your life even if it's just a cameo.
When it hits fourteen I'd imagine us talking me making faces and puns and you just laughing.
For I want to see you smile even just for a little while.
When it opens at twelve into a sea of butterflies my stomach would delve I'd think of my imperfections and how pathetic are my obsessions
For I know you won't look at me even for just a second.
When that door opens comes a tide of faces I'd look out for yours feeling excited and anxious
Will you be there? Will you come in?
My heart would sink as the door hits the ground I keep on doing this hoping I'd come around
But I didn't; I still yearn for that moment.
I hoped that by staring at your photos I would get seasoned getting over you Accept that for us there's no tomorrow but why am I still drowning in sorrow?