The Girl From Study Hall

Do you know who I am?
You’ve got no idea how much I wish you did

Do you know how many times you’ve crossed my mind?

Probably not, and I don’t blame you

You’re a junior

Seventeen

I’m a freshman

Fifteen in July

The only way you’d even know my name

Would be if you read the sign-in list

From the times in eighth mod study hall

That’s where it all started, you know

Study halls eighth mod

First day, cafeteria, you were asleep

I can’t tell you just how innocent you looked

Hell, you might as well have been an angel

Or something like that

It happened a few other times

But I tried not to pay attention and actually do something constructive

So of course I started going to the library

With no work, but hey

I fell even farther when I discovered how funny you are

Do you know how many hearts with your initials

Are in my journal’s confidential pages?

I don’t either; I didn’t bother counting

There’s a lot of them, though

And thoughts about how I wish I could talk to you

Just walk right up to you with confidence

And say a simple ‘hey’

It’s not that hard, right?

What could happen?

I hate wondering about it. So I don’t

But then I stay with my role in this drama

The girl from study hall

Who’s too scared to say hello to you

Because she’s just not good enough

For anyone

Is it nice to know someone thinks of you this way?

Is it nice to know a girl wants so badly just a simple conversation?

That this girl from study hall wants so much

To hear you say her name?

Oh, God

It’s so confusing to me

I don’t even know exactly what about you is so amazing to me

But you are

You’re everything

And in a world of so much hate

‘Everything, version you’ is so nice to think about

So thank you, Corey

Really

From the girl in study hall