𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾

you remind me of happiness

I like so much about you.
You have no clue,
do you?

I like that you
wear your mask
and protect yourself.

I like the ripped jeans
you always wear.

And the leggings
underneath, so you
don't get dress-coded.

I like the chains
you wear on your
pants.

I like the way you're
so good at drawing.
I'm jealous of you
for that.

I like the way you
make me want
to come to school.

I like the way you
pull on your shirt
because I do it too.

I like your short,
curly hair.
It suits you.

I like the sea grass
colored backpack
you use.

I like the sound your
boots make when you
walk in the classroom.

I liked when you
sat next to me
outside.

I liked when you
asked me if I was
going to participant

In the class reenactment
of the first
thanksgiving.

I said 'i guess',
but i didnt.
you did.

you approached
me afterwards
i think about what
you said

'ha! i was the
governor."

your words meant
nothing, but it was
so soft and sweet.

my heart raced
as i sat back in
my seat.

'should i ask
for her
number?'

it was the last day
before break.
i needed to ask.

the bell rang,
i approach you,
'can i have your number'

'sure.'
a wave of relief
drowned me as
i typed in what she said.

'what area code is that'
i ask, curious to know her.
'indiana'

i'm even more curious now.
i want to know you.
i want to like you.