"Another afternoon, my

Seventh hour hell

Trying to find a way to focus on my jumps

And the new cheer

Instead of you,

Not even ten feet away,


As if there was no one else in the room.

I watch your reflection

The mirror painting your every beautiful move

Until you look up, and catch

Me staring

Because my heart just stuck in my throat

And you smile, laugh as Kelli almost


You to the floor,

squealing for me to help her.


How back then I never thought it possible

For that enchanting hip-hop boy

To love

Me, the out-of-place cheerleader

With her heart on her sleeve and

A 'fuck-off' attitude towards everything--

--Except you.

'I was just hoping for the best'

And truth be told,

You are."

9/21/2005 10:04