Oh! he was everywhere
Tattooed in the in inside of my hand
Innately part of my endless rants
Lurking behind my classroom seat
Waiting outside my dance meets
On top of my list of crushes
Making out behind my backyard bushes
Filling the inside of my head
The muse of the poems I made
Like a voice on the phone
The only boy not Friend-zoned
As letters hidden in my desk
Like a tingling between my legs
In photographs and in songs
Right beside me downing vodka shots...
Only he wasn't there for the entire ride
Like he was supposed to be
Even though he said,
"You're my wild light -
What a lovely life it will be!"
Life doesn't always end up like we plan it to be.
.:ayda:.
