pretty

written in october or november 2011, when i was in like with someone

my heart skipped all of its beats the other day

and rightfully so

apprehension and anticipation and anxiety

pounded through me

i kept my hopes low

my high hopes are always trashed

but somehow i knew

you'd walk through those doors

 

every time a person,

many of them pretty from afar, walked in,

my heart mistook for you

and my mind scolded it.

i've learned not all pretty people are you,

but it's hard to believe

because you're so many pretty people