First Impressions
Who
Is
She?
Where did
She come from?
Why won't she
Say much?
Does she think
She's better
Than me?
No, she's
Stuttering.
She must be stupid,
Scared
And shallow.
Someone not worth
My time.
There can't
Be much
To this
Simple girl.
She's wearing
Jeans
A tee
And a pair of
Converse Chucks.
She must not
Be original.
She can't even
Look me
In the eye.
What's wrong
With her?
Is she sad?
Mad?
Tired?
Disgusted?
I can't figure
Her out.
I'm done.
I'm
Walking away.
Look at him.
That one
In the corner,
Looking
Right
At
Me.
His eyes are
The most perfect
Shade of green.
I feel like
I could
Drown
In the waves of
Emerald and jade.
His expression
seems questioning,
could he be
pondering
some profound,
philosophical
theory
about the
laws of attraction?
He's
Walking over.
Oh, God.
I hope
I look alright,
In my favorite
Jeans,
My lucky
Tee,
And my new
Shoes.
He's asking me
For my name.
Stuttering,
I reply.
Great,
I'm already
s-s-s-tuttering.
He must think
I'm stupid.
But,
Who can blame him?
With the way
I'm fumbling
With words.
I'm so
Embarrassed
I can't
Look him in the eye.
And yet,
Maybe
He'll see
Past my error
And see
The many
Facets
Of me.
Maybe
He'll see me
For me,
For who
I really am,
And not
Just a
Simple girl
Who stutters
And says
Cliché ice-breakers
Like, "Nice party."
Very original,
Girl.
Way to
WOW
Him.
He seems
Upset,
Almost
Mad.
It looks like
He's going to
Say something.
Instead
He simply
nods
And
Walks away.
It's over.
I ruined it.