Everything I write is some dumb poem about you.

I don’t
Know ho to steer this away from
Mushiness
(Forgive me but I have been spending
30 hours in Driver’s Ed and all
I’ve learned to steer clear of is
Drivers’ Ed teachers)

I never used to be that girl who sits at home,
Wondering why this or that boy won’t call her and why
She can’t bring herself to say three sentences to him; I’ve never
Been cliché like that but these days
When I see two people holding hands I nearly choke
When I see two people kissing I start to burn
My jealousy eats me up.

Sometimes I see you standing by yourself and for just a second,
You actually look lonely,
And I wonder what’s going to happen to us,
If we’ll just fall apart and I’ll never say anything about it
Never have the chance to be the one you choose
And it’s ashamed I keep torturing myself with stupid love poems

I want to be lonely with you.