Why, Good Morning Sunshine...

ahem, this was ages ago, i assure you, and im over whatevers in this, but i still like the last bit, so im posting it... reupload...

Lockers jammed

Motionless hallways

And half-open eyes

 

iPods blasting

tucked in blouses

and more revealed thighs

 

starting one more day

of my secluded life

through Friday

 

            and then

            and then there’s you

 

perhaps a breath of fresh air

or leveled out smile;

a glance in the right direction

and I trip up the steps again

 

holding my breath

for the time it takes for you to pass me by

like every other failed opportunity

that looks me up and down

 

Damn, you look better today

Why’d you have to make an effort

Just to make it look like you tried

 

Way to rub it in my face,

you selfish son of a b***h.

 

I wish it was wasted effort

 

make every look

mean something

 

because first impressions are everything

especially at eight thirty in the “morning”

 

(remarkably I remember to exhale)