This Is Not A Love Story

We’re juniors now

but we’ve gone to the same school since preschool

We’ve never talked to each other or hung out together by our own choosing

Maybe that’s because you look like you’re a walking Calvin Klein model

Soooooo… basically the words to sum you up are

Good looking

Rich

And popular

Yep.

That’s all I got to describe you.

No nice, no smart, no funny

Not even slightly mediocre

You’re all that…. and I’m...

I’m punk rock, hipster, and unpopular

Hey! Look… you’re so special that you got a line of space for each word to sum you up

Anyways, everything changed for us at school today

I suddenly notice you

You don’t look like Mr. Perfect at all

I’m walking to my locker to get my history textbook for Ms. Smith’s history class

And I see you in the hallway

You’re crying on the floor

Your bright bluish-gray eyes are filled with tears

And your light brown hair looks like you just rolled out of bed

I stop and ask if you’re okay

You take a minute to respond

But you nod your head as if to say yes

I know you aren’t okay

But I give you some space anyway

That is the first time we ever interacted with each other

I can’t believe that I actually care

Or at least made it seem like it

Because it’s not like you care about anyone else but yourself

And I can’t forget

Your stupid group of ogres that follow you everywhere