when I look at you and see you staring back at me
all I can feel is this annoying little tickle
of my brain telling me not to hold your stare.
i own a suit now
so different from the future i imagined myself having
yet it feels so right.
now it’s time for me to move on to bigger bests.
if i was smart i wouldn’t look at you and want you so clearly.
because i shouldn’t want you since i only met you 3 days ago and i just moved here and we don’t have any classes together and we have only talked twice and i don’t know you and i don’t know this campus and i don’t know my friends yet and i don’t know you and i don’t know me yet really either.
i own a suit now.
it’s black and matches my skirt.
i think you’ll suit me.