First Girl

Young innocent crushes.

I used to watch you from the bleachers

as the crowds roared and my friends pointed

and giggled at all the boys waltzing around on the field,

while I watched the girl on the sidelines with the camera

in hopes that you’d look back at me and smile.

You never did.

   

Before I knew any better I was in love.

Before they could snicker and sneer hate,

I was so innocently admiring another girl,

careless and free, my mind untouched by the world,

my heart floating in it's own direction.

     

I’d sit in front of a sky of golden branches,

of early morning pink clouds,

and dark nights under the stars,

just watching, not speaking, but watching.

I watched the way in which you saw the world,

with your passive smile and serious glare,

it was intimidating to know that I was in love with a girl

who seemed so strong and powerful, while I hid behind a mask.

    

For as much as I watched you,

you couldn’t spend but a second on me.

I cherished every little “hello” in the hallways,

every time I’d accidentally walk by your classroom

and you happened to look up.

Those moments carried me up to the point where you left.

      

I was in love with you once,

innocently in love.

Even though they explained to me it was wrong,

I keep on watching you from the shadows.

Reviews

[SamSat]

This is adorable! And heart-wrenching, as any experience with a crush is.