The first time I saw you it was in math class. I didn't notice anything about you at first I just memorized the back of how your head was. After all, I had an hour to ****. The second time I saw you were in English class. You sat next to me but not by choice. But I was happy about it. It took me about four to five weeks to talk to you, and I wasn't even the one to speak first. You introduced yourself and then we worked together on an assignment. It's been two weeks and I haven't said another word and I probably won't out of random. My anxiety swallows me whole and I'm sorry I can't even say hello. But I have had time to notice you. And let me just say I'm in love with your taste in music I'm in love with the way you hold your books thinking that if you change the sound of your voice when the diagonal changes, or if you struggle reading words you've never seen before and sit there for a few seconds trying to piece together what they mean. I love how you can play the mandolin, you should show me sometime. As I think about these things I also pick up how you would never even think of me. I mean really, you probably want some girl that's outgoing and can strum a guitar solo at midnight with you. You probably want someone with long hair you can intertwine your fingers in, or someone you can spend an afternoon together after church with. I can't move mountains and I can't even speak without looking like a fool, but even if nothing will ever happen It would be just as quite exciting being friends with you. We could trade books and make each other mixtapes. It hasn't even been a month yet and I'm already writing mediocre poetry about you. I'm sorry about that by the way. I'm not asking for a relationship but a friendship with someone like you would feel just the same.
I wrote this in like 20 minutes and I apologize I don't even know 2013