i think about you a lot
much more than you(‘ll ever) know
when i pass you in the hallways and
when i get home at the end of the day and
right before my eyes close at night
mostly i think happy, hopeful thoughts about what we could be
but then when i snap back to life
from my wonderful daydreams of you and the ocean blue in front of us
i remember that you don’t think of me at all
and i’m just that girl in your math class
your thoughts and longing belong to someone else
i may as well be invisible to you.

ouch.