To all the boys I've ever liked:

To all the boys I've ever liked:

I've written this infinite
times, you will never see
words jostling and pushing
to escape my brain,
out my throat,
or down my pen.
It is a stupid thing really,
I like you,
that's all.
So trite and small
and said a thousand times before.

My well prized brain says
you are ordinary.
Yet the long evolved emotion,
that tries to make us life long mates,
tells me differently.
A quirk of evolution, that,
the idea that draws me to you,
holds me at bay.

There is more
I want to tell you:
How it is all ok,
That you are not alone
in the stupid things you do.
And the reason I can't tell you
how you are ordinary,
in the most perfect of ways,
is that I think you are
extraordinary just the same.

With many fond regrets,
A girl

Author notes

One of the few poems that I've written lately that I actually like, still it could use some improvement, so constructive comments are welcome.
Written November 7th, 2005