I see her walking in the hallways
Flawless as can be.
So effortlessly pretty,
And so much unlike me.
When she's with me in a classroom
I simply sit and gaze.
How'd he ever leave someone
So beautiful in countless ways?
With her gorgeous hazel doe eyes,
And wild mane of curled black hair.
I watch her and I see
Everything he once saw there.
Her smile and her dimples
Are so easy to love;
Unlike my crooked grin,
So easy to let go of.
She always dresses nicely,
Looking cute and sweet each day.
I never look as good as her,
Though I try in every way.
She has no need for makeup;
Her skin is tan and clear.
Mine is pale and flawed,
My features harsh and severe.
I wonder why he chose me
Instead of chasing her again.
I watch the girl with admiration,
But hold jealousy within.
And then one day I caught her
Looking back at me the same way.
I wonder if she was thinking,
"Why'd he ever give me a way?"
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
I see her walking in the hallways
Flawless as can be.
So effortlessly pretty,
And so much unlike me.
When she's with me in a classroom
I simply sit and gaze.
How'd he ever leave someone
So beautiful in countless ways?
With her gorgeous hazel doe eyes,
And wild mane of curled black hair.
I watch her and I see
Everything he once saw there.
Her smile and her dimples
Are so easy to love;
Unlike my crooked grin,
So easy to let go of.
She always dresses nicely,
Looking cute and sweet each day.
I never look as good as her,
Though I try in every way.
She has no need for makeup;
Her skin is tan and clear.
Mine is pale and flawed,
My features harsh and severe.
I wonder why he chose me
Instead of chasing her again.
I watch the girl with admiration,
But hold jealousy within.
And then one day I caught her
Looking back at me the same way.
I wonder if she was thinking,
"Why'd he ever give me a way?"
A poem written in a history class over a year ago out of jealousy and self-pity, after meeting eyes with the one I so envied. This beautiful and strong woman is someone I am now proud and lucky to call a friend.
