New Year’s Day – The first time I’ve seen you in two years.
It’s funny, for two years, I never once thought about you.
You were never on my mind.
You were never considered.
I never fantasized about you.
I never dreamed about you.
But then I saw you.
Tall, fit, messy hair.
White tee, sweatpants, and a bit of scruff.
Seeing you like this, all grown-up, brand new
It made me mad.
I’m mad because for two years
Two whole years
I’ve said nothing.
Two whole years
I never reached out.
Two whole years
And now, I can finally see.
I like you. A lot.
And I think you might like me.
At least, I think you could like me.
But before things could start, they end.
I fly back to Chicago soon,
Who knows when I’ll be back.
You fly back to school soon,
Who knows when you’ll be back.
And yet, here I am, holding my breath.
**** my ignorance.
**** my bad timing.
**** my feelings for you.
**** you for looking so good in sweatpants.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
New Year’s Day – The first time I’ve seen you in two years.
It’s funny, for two years, I never once thought about you.
You were never on my mind.
You were never considered.
I never fantasized about you.
I never dreamed about you.
But then I saw you.
Tall, fit, messy hair.
White tee, sweatpants, and a bit of scruff.
Seeing you like this, all grown-up, brand new
It made me mad.
I’m mad because for two years
Two whole years
I’ve said nothing.
Two whole years
I never reached out.
Two whole years
And now, I can finally see.
I like you. A lot.
And I think you might like me.
At least, I think you could like me.
But before things could start, they end.
I fly back to Chicago soon,
Who knows when I’ll be back.
You fly back to school soon,
Who knows when you’ll be back.
And yet, here I am, holding my breath.
**** my ignorance.
**** my bad timing.
**** my feelings for you.
**** you for looking so good in sweatpants.
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