blonde hair, blue eyes
blonde hair, blue eyes.

oh they did entice

the girl

with black hair, brown eyes.

he was 
smooth

charming

he deceived her,

tricked her,

set her up.

he set her up 
to fail.
and 
one day

one week

gone

in a single

hour.

the blonde hair

and blue eyes

did it again.

it clawed its way into

this black hair, brown eyes.

lost trust,

hope.

but

black hair, brown eyes

as hurt

as she is,

still 
intrigued 
by the

blonde hair, blue eyes.

back at the bottom of the food chain,
lost in the sea of faces
in the many upperclassmen only 1 stood out.
a sophomore
wild, unprecedented attraction grew.
death stares exchanged and mystery of each other unraveled.
but i thought, he could never like me.
i'm just a mere small, skinny Asian girl.
no plans for the near future or ideas about what will happen.
and though i knew that "us" couldn't be possible, i still hoped.
that maybe a sophomore frat boy
noticed a
freshman.

all I remember is hiding.
we could never really show public affections or private for all that mattered.
a month turned into 3 weeks, and 3 weeks turns into 3 days.
a little less time with you is all we have.
maybe if we don't say 'goodbye' it'll hurt less.
if we kept holding on, we won't forget.
maybe if we tried, it could work.
maybe our forbidden love, won't be forbidden after all.

maybe it's because we get along so well.
or maybe it's because we know each other like the back of our hands.
maybe it's because we've held on through everything and remained.
i'm not exactly sure what the reason is, but does there really need to be one?
my love for you is enough, i hope.
I dream of coming home for the holidays and bumping into you.
we catch up & in a few days, it's exactly as it was.
we end up together because there's no one that gets me like my best friend from 8th grade.
yours truly giving you endless love,
v.b
v.e.g

I see the way you look at her, because you looked at me that way to.
I see how she makes you happy, i'm sorry i never did any of that for you.
She doesn't cause trouble, i'm sorry that i did.
She's strong, and i'm weaker.
I'm sorry i'm not as pretty.
I'm sorry i'm not as smart.
I'm sorry i don't make you happy.
I'm sorry i'm not what you wanted.
I'm sorry that now when you're with her, i don't feel.
I don't cry.
I'm stung by awe, but not  by fear and hate.
I've let you go.
Good bye