Six months ago, I thought about you
Without even knowing you existed
I failed to notice you for two months
Is this my punishment?
Fated to be three years younger
Twelve sizes bigger
And ten feet away
Did I dream you up?
Wish so hard that you came into being?
It's funny how exactly you match up to my fantasies
If only you worked at the GAP....
I actually picture us kissing
You walking into my room
These thoughts destroyed me before
I am sure they will do it again
In four months, you will be gone
Sent to some distant dorm room
A painfully pleasant memory
Author notes
Yes, I am in love. I am only a lowly freshman, and he is a senior. A few months ago, I started dreaming up what my perfect boyfriend would look like. One day I turned around, and he was there. Through my friends, I found out that his name began with a J (I absolutly love J names), he sings, and plays guitar. He also wears sweaters. I know this all sounds weird, but this is what I thought of. The other day I broke down because I have been tormenting myself with mental images of us kissing. It actually looks good to me, but that's the bad part.
Please tell me what you think
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dammit, I forgot to click applause.
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Wow. Just- yeah. this is yay happy good poetry. Those first two stanzas are music, doll.
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