“i thought you were in

love with him?

i mean he’s

very obviously

in love

with you.”

little does she

know that

she is the love,

“no, i don’t

think i ever

was, because

i love

someone else.”

her face twists

to a nosy sort

of greed,

“care to

share?”

no

“sure”

i pause, she

sits expectantly,

“her eyes are

so blue that

i could drown in them.

freckles create constellations

across her nose.

her smile could

outshine the

sun, but

she will never be mine.”

she thinks

on my words, before

leaving for the

next class.

she does not

speak to me,

until only

a few hours after

school

a text,

that reads:

“you’re in love with me”