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When he walked Down     The   Hallways in his black jeans,    and gray coat, everything seemed to stop and all I could see was his tall figure and how

Handsome he was doing the simplest things.

I sometimes envied his confidence
And how cool he was.
Mostly the latter.

Yes, I was gone at this moment.

every time I saw him my heart hurt
Just a little bit.

And every time I saw him with his band friends and their groupies I felt like a no one.
     Girls who were tall and thin
           With hair that looked sun kissed
       And pretty blue eyes

Girls like me with skin the color of cocoa and hair the texture of zigs and zags didn't     Have the cute boy every girl liked

Liking me

So, my eyes would waver and sting as I turned my gaze from the beautiful boy with the warm voice and honey hair
Who wore dark colors and vans.

It was just a truth I knew that settled in the pit of my mind.

And I felt stupid

For letting a crush

Get so deep that every time I saw a glimpse of him I felt warm and fluttery inside.

But as I said

Some things are meant to be left as crushes admired for afar with only a wandering eye.

Yes,
I was gone.





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