The Long Walk

Walking down the hall
sad
because
I never see him
anymore.
But no-
today he is there!
I duck my head-
dismay!-
I wear old gray.
Smooth my hair,
check.
Look, is he looking?
No?
Look again...
still no!
Last chance.
Please look.
Please-
gone.
He's gone.
Passed by.
And I walk on.
On to 4th block.
It is a normal day.

Silly blush, high school crush

Soo I've been writing, just not posting. This is from a while ago. About the guy that I am COMPLETELY obsessed with, as you can tell from the poem. A lot of what I've been writing is about him. Oh goodness. I'm such a girl. Here goes.

Blushing and unable
to get you out of my thoughts.
My feelings don't make sense-
I shouldn't have them.
Me and you
seem impossible, because
you seem unaware.
Silly jealousies rise up
for silly reasons.
I duck to hide my smile
when you say my name.
I promise myself
I'll ignore me
unless you speak first.
Why do I still dream of you?
Is it because my heart soars
when the last zinnia petal says-
"He loves me?"