Poem Collection - MythOfHappiness - 2. Locker Note 1

Your hair

It’s brown

Of course it is,

What a stupid way to start a poem

But still.

I could never get that hair off my mind

Sitting behind you in math

I just wanted to reach out and touch it

Feel its softness

Smell it

I’m a creep

I know

Talking about how I want to smell your hair

You probably think

I’m some insane stalker weirdo

That’s ok,

If you think that.

I kinda am.

Sorry, you should probably just stop reading now

Call the cops or something.

I wouldn’t be mad

Honestly, I’d be relieved.

At least then I wouldn’t have to wonder anymore

Wonder about you

Wonder about me

It’s killing me,

All this wondering

And pining

Over something I clearly can’t have -

You

I’m sorry

I’m so weird

I can’t even talk to you in person

Like a real human would

Instead, I’m writing a goddamn poem

What a terrifyingly creepy and stalker-ish thing to do

Write a poem about how I want to smell your hair

And stick it in your locker

Honestly, I’m not even good at it

I mean, what kinda poem is this?

Just five lines

Of me blathering on

About whatever

Getting off subject

It doesn’t even rhyme

Maybe I should just get to the point

I like you

Alot

And I would really like it

If you liked me too

Sorry about all this

I didn’t mean to be so creepy

And un-poetic

In my mind this was going to be

Some sweet romantic gesture

Instead it’s just thirteen stanzas of nothing

An ugly outpouring of pure nonsense

But I told myself that I would go through with this

So I will

I’ll give it to you

But please,

Please

Can you just do one thing

Before you throw this mess away?

Could you consider it?