Are you really you

A poem about how we expect to much

I steal another glance

A shy smile breezes across my lips 

 I glance down again

You are a knight in shining armor

You would die for me

You hardly look at me

But I know that you love me

Your heart flutters every time you look my way

When I walk by you

Your world seems to slow

You know that you need me

I don't like you much

But thats ok, I'll humor you

When you build up the courage to ask me out

I glance back over and your sitting laughing at a joke

My smile twitches into a frown

That was such a dumb joke

You couldn't possibly laugh at that

I breeze by and flip my hair

Not even a glance

I'm not self absorbed, I just know who loves me

Right?

Or maybe I just like the thought

That I torture you with the fact you can never have me

I walk back to my desk and slip in

I search the room

I realize that I like the thought of everyone loving me

I don't think that I'm self absorbed

I just can't help it

Is it possible that you aren't my perfect man?

Have I spent so much time in my own mind

That I have altered reality

Making you perfect in every way

Who are you really?

 

 

Author's Note

I have realized that I have made several boys into my perfect man, only to glance back and realized that it's all in my head. Not on purpose, just wishful thinking.

Reviews

This is good work. When you write your poetry, you sound much older than your years. There are some minor grammatical errors here but I had to give your poem a second read to really notice them, and that's saying a lot coming from me.