When: Friday, March 5, 2010

Time: 8:48p.m

I can't get him out of my head.

Jealousy has me in a frenzy;

When I look, he looks back,

Still I feel green with envy

When those other girls,

They touch him, pet him—

That's my job, thank you.

But these girls are our friends.

I don't want to hate anyone,

I don't want to feel this way.

It sucks to love the unlovable.

Can't deal with this another day.

When I pet his hair,

The way he becomes sleepy,

Head drooped, eyes low,

Makes me wish he would keep me

In this moment forever,

With nobody else around.

It'd be just him and I,

Yet around him they surround.

Such a happy thought, yet I still cry

Whenever I think of such things,

Or whenever they even near him.

The phrase still in the air it hangs:

"He's mine so back off!"

...

What's with the sudden quiet?

Now they're all staring while I am at you.

I utter an excuse but you don't buy it.

Or maybe you do,

Because you brush it off

Like it was a joke but it wasn't.

So they agree, turn away, and I nervously cough.

The hidden question was put out there.

They didn't hear it, but I did so.

It was quite painfully obvious that

Your answer was a silent "no."