The lockers.

Number 384 and 391.

I steal an admiring glance at you

as you smile at your friends.

I look down at my hands, smiling.

They are shutting my locker.

I think about my feet moving.

They start walking to the girl's bathroom.

Pretty eyes, I think.

You has very pretty eyes.

Passing by Ms. Teal's class.

Your smile, I think.

Your smile is pretty gorgeous as well.

Turning the corner near the office.

Thoughts, I think.

Your thoughts are amazingly interesting too.

Passing through the double doors.

Ease, I think.

I need to ease my mind.

I stand in front of the mirror.

A reflection.

I look down.

Although my pants try to say otherwise, I'm a girl.

I have breast.

I have a vagina.

I have a female reproductive system.

The girl.

The girl has breasts.

The girls has a vagina.

The girl has a female reproductive system.

Yet, when I imagine her bursting through the bathroom door,

my heart skips a beat.

When I imagine her backing me into a wall slowly,

my hands start to sweat.

When I imagine her kissing me fiercely with her hand placed over my cheek gently,

my eyes start to tear up.

No, not tears of joy.

Tears of great sorrow.

Imagination.

Just some fantasies.

Because she'll never come bursting through this door.

She'll never back into me a wall with ambition twinkling in her eyes.

No, she'll never kiss me.

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Jello Earthlings!

Hope you're not annoyed with my back to back (drake) updates. I just love sharing my writing. Comment if you wanna and have an amazing rest of your day!

p.s. I end up switching pronouns in the middle of the poem. hopefully that doesn't throw the effect off.