I stare at my ceiling
With a hundred thoughts
“Maybe he knows who I am”
“Actually...
Probably not”

I walk down the hall
With my head down low
Scared to meet his eyes
Even when I hear his voice
I’m swarmed with butterflies

It’s impossible
To get you off my mind
I think about a hundred thoughts
And you are 99

I’ve understood that you will never
Be mine
And that’s fine
I’m just breaking inside