justkira

I picture him.
His blond hair,
His tough build,
His almost gentle look. Almost.

Why did I notice him?
What was it about him?
Why do I like him?
I don't know him,
I don't talk to him,
I don't associate with him
In any way.

I don't understand
What it is.
I don't understand
Why I do.
I don't understand
How it happened.
I just wish I could
Run to you.

I see him in the hallways
All the time at school.
I walk by his locker purposely,
Hoping that he'll notice me
The way that I notice him.