Only when we're alone
is
when I want to kiss you
behind the staircase
in the boiler room
is
when I can get next
to you
you are so smart
so pretty
with your red hair
flowing
your mediocre clothes
that fit you in all
the right places
I know
that I ignore you
when my friends are around
I don't want to seem
like I am
with you
but
I am
your friends think you're
crazy
to be in love with me
that girl with the stringy
hair
wants you to get away from
me
your best guy friend
thinks that you
deserve better
but
you wait for me
patiently
cutting class just to get
a glimpse of me
and
even though I appreciate it
my brooding personality
prevents me from
letting
you inside my soul
but
you see through it
anyway...