What You Wish May Not Be What You Want

Love poem.

I sat down by the piano at the back

He passed me by

The look in his eye said he would be sitting beside me

I prayed he would change his mind

I bent down to get a book from my backpack

Not wanting to find out his decision

He sat down right in front of me

His Stratford shirt mocked me with it’s writing on the back,

“What you wish may not be what you want”

Seriously?

Stretching inches away from me

Uncomfortably close

A complete freak

No one else would want to be closer

I haven’t been this close in a long time

And it occurred to me,

despite the sneering T-shirt

that he might actually like me

that maybe that smile I flashed him in the hallway last week

actually didn’t look like someone trying to throw up

that he’s taming me

like the little prince tamed the fox

moving closer and closer every day

that something might happen

and it terrified me

I couldn’t handle it

I haven’t found out who I am

I’m not ready