I was too blunt

It's Wednesday and I'm sitting on my bed, looking out at the oh-so-beautiful scenery below me on the desolate street that I live on.

My trusty ceiling fan is whirring softly above me, making the copper and taupe feathers of my dream catcher move erratically.

I'm supposed to be vacuuming my room, my parents' room, and I'm also supposed to be cleaning the kitchen. But as always, I have been hit with the lazy bug and am instead writing nonsense on the internet.

I was too blunt with you yesterday. Maybe I could have hinted that I liked you instead of just saying, "I like you. Why don't you like me back?" like the hormonal teenager I am. Whatever. I guess I don't know you as well as I hoped to.

So, I saw you today. You probably paid no attention to me (which is okay) and were on your merry way home (I assume). You have absolutely no idea what the mere sight of you does to me.

Here, since you like poems so much, I'll write a series of (somewhat horribly-written) poems to explain my thoughts/feelings.

You walk with your friends
My foolish heart goes haywire
Farewell, sanity

Being me is hard

I stutter, and you listen
Do you think I'm weird?

You
Runner boy
Whom I admire
Whose intelligence is under-appreciated
You

It was our junior year
And I thought that the end was near
But you were my unexpected savior
And I apologize for my awkward behavior
Because now I have nothing to fear

Hmm, I kind of like writing poems. Albeit, I probably stink at writing them. What good did pre-freshman year Creative Writing do for me? Sure, I wrote a gem or two, but other than that, I was average.

So, lovely. This post has turned into yet another one about how I admire you and how you make my insides turn to jelly because you're you.

Enough procrastination. Time to do my chores.