Girls push past me
Stylish combat boots
Finding basement stairs
Tight pants, low-cut shirts
And straightened hair.
Their mascara-ed eyes scan and skip
The spot where I stand.
But I’m grateful for
The lack of acknowledgement.
If their eyes lit up on me
I would freeze
My shoulders would scrunch
And the words they would throw
In my direction
Would meet brick wall.
All I would reverberate
Is a hesitating smile
Accompanied by unsure eyes.
My brain just isn’t taking small talk tonight.
And I will never understand
Why cursory conversation
Slaps me in the face
like a
20 step algebraic equation.
The truth is:
I don’t care what you thought of that math test
I wanna know what you think
of trees in the fall.
I don’t care what your tweet was about.
I wanna know why you
were on twitter
at 4 am
on a school night.
I don’t care how your boyfriend is.
I wanna know where you stand with god.
I don’t care
where you got your dress,
how much you studied,
or if you dyed your hair.
What makes you cry at night?
Have you ever felt insane?
Do you believe in soul mates?
What do you think about the moon?
Which song are you embarrassed to know all the words to?
And do you ever worry that your mom isn’t proud of you?
I just find that
It’s so much easier
To talk to people
When they’re actually
saying something.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Girls push past me
Stylish combat boots
Finding basement stairs
Tight pants, low-cut shirts
And straightened hair.
Their mascara-ed eyes scan and skip
The spot where I stand.
But I’m grateful for
The lack of acknowledgement.
If their eyes lit up on me
I would freeze
My shoulders would scrunch
And the words they would throw
In my direction
Would meet brick wall.
All I would reverberate
Is a hesitating smile
Accompanied by unsure eyes.
My brain just isn’t taking small talk tonight.
And I will never understand
Why cursory conversation
Slaps me in the face
like a
20 step algebraic equation.
The truth is:
I don’t care what you thought of that math test
I wanna know what you think
of trees in the fall.
I don’t care what your tweet was about.
I wanna know why you
were on twitter
at 4 am
on a school night.
I don’t care how your boyfriend is.
I wanna know where you stand with god.
I don’t care
where you got your dress,
how much you studied,
or if you dyed your hair.
What makes you cry at night?
Have you ever felt insane?
Do you believe in soul mates?
What do you think about the moon?
Which song are you embarrassed to know all the words to?
And do you ever worry that your mom isn’t proud of you?
I just find that
It’s so much easier
To talk to people
When they’re actually
saying something.
