The same words played over and over
in my head.
“I’m kind of, uh, discombobulated…”
“You always look so sad.”
“It was nice to finally see you
“You look like you could use
some crazy nights.”
Later in the library,
I walked straight past my crush.
(Was he even my crush anymore?)
It took all my effort to not
turn my head in his direction.
I went for the poetry section.
A layer of dust coated
Nobody cares about poetry at this school.
I scanned through several volumes
until I found the poem I wanted.