introspectivity. a poetry collection

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

sitting on the bed,

filling with dread,

feeling misled

baggy ripped jeans

oversized tee

gentle cool breeze

like the day we met,

won't ever forget

the fourth of october

when saw you in the hallway,

don't think I didn't notice

that you looked back at me

brown hair and green eyes

I was mesmerized,

maybe hypnotized

high school crushes

have nothing on you

no one made me feel

the way that you do

but you broke my heart in two

I heard you got a girlfriend

blonde hair and brown eyes,

with a perfect summer body

never in my life

have I felt more insecure

but I guess that's my fault

'cause I don't love myself first

you strung me along

without even knowing

that your smile is deceiving

or is that what I'm perceiving?

you're happy with her

that's what I assume

as you kiss in our homeroom

but I'll always remember 

the fourth of october

as the day you looked back at me