One of The Boys

Thoughts projected onto paper

Typical heart pounding,

Attraction growing each time,

I see you smile and laugh,

Each time you look at me with that glint,

 

Each sentence thrown into gutter,

Your mind happy to be with the boys,

No worry about offending the fragile,

The sensitive mind of female,

 

Classified as one of the boys,

Means being in your presence,

Learning about cars and your past,

I’d rather that than silence,

 

You insult me freely,

Knowing I’ll response with another,

A game of joking hate,

Just another one of the boys,

 

Chills echoing around my stomach,

Butterflies zipping down my spine,

Your gaze so quick and friendly,

Gone before it settles,

 

Once you leave it starts,

The wondering and the sadness,

Never more than one of the boys,

As just the little sister of best mate,

 

Stupid dreams of wants,

Ruining the facade, I show you,

Mask removed only in hiding,

Cracks increasing with each day,

 

Hoping just another teenage crush,

Given the time, will crumble into nothing,

For now, I will just be one of the boys,

Because it means being in your presence. 

Reviews

[Hebe]

Sweet .... back in time.... I remember how it felt, you managed to create that atmosphere and nostalgia :)

[M.A.]

Your writing is so personal. I love it. Your readers are able to connect with you through your pieces. I am no different. This piece is filled with long and it make me long with it. Amazing write once again. Thank you for sharing.

[WillaDanvers]

Thank you for your feedback, and glad I could stir emotions within :)