That Boy

There's this boy.

Who makes me smile like a fool.

Who makes my heart flutter with no warning.

Who makes me write words I thought were not capable of being formed with my simple hands.

His smile feels warm.

Reminds me of such beautiful days.

His eyes are windows to places that are unimaginable.

Or at least were.

Why is it that every time I glance towards him my heart seems to skip a beat?

There's this boy.

Who makes me wake up in the morning.

A day can not be so bad with him to look forward to.

Such privilege should not be wasted with my laziness.

He has made me lose myself in my own mind.

Yet, I really don't think I want to be found.

But there is also this boy.

Who does not notice who I am.

Who I look warily to.

Who does not feel or think a thing about me.

Because I'm just some girl.

Who hides in her comfortable corner.

Avoiding the pain of such painful rejection.

Who shyly looks towards his way,

only to find him looking at someone else.

Who is way too little.

Who can't be more.

Because that boy,

never notices some girl.

Reviews

[Sira YR]

I can totally relate to this poem. The fact that the boy she likes never notices her and is in love with another but still the thought of him gets her through the day. Great Job

[highwalls]

Thank you. Insufferable, beautiful pain. Glad you liked it.