I think I met the perfect man
he's gorgeous
funny
a tad taller than me
he cares about me
he knows my skin
my voice
the way I smell
my bad haircuts
my scars

but now we don't talk like we used to

I'm at college, he's at sixth form
I miss him
He misses me
but it's not that simple
he's popular
and I'm just me
that emotional
weird
awkward
stupid
red faced
girl.