I was relieved when she said he was hot

We joked and laughed about her being taken

But I never mentioned that I had a tiny little thing for him.

Joking with her and tickling him

Always being jealous that she was so sure of herself.

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He’s rather quiet

And plays guitar.

Not the best student

But he is by no means dumb.

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I will always remember Florida and potato chips

Him pulling on my hood

And discussing his lack of work ethic.

He “got me back” today

making me scream in the hall by tickling me,

And I couldn’t stop laughing and smiling for a long time after.

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When I hang out with his house with his sister

I cant help but let my mind wander were it may

Little ideas that pop in my head.

How his bedroom is slightly clean

But his bed a disaster, with blankets strewn every were.

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But as much as I may like him

He would never be interested in me

No one ever is

So I will just sit and take the small conversations as they come

Never pushing for anything more.

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A/N: this is a rather bad poem and I know I could do better… but I cant until I at least let someone know that I’m interested in him.