Her

There she is. I can't look. But I have to. As she walks down the halls of our school, strutting with those ever so smooth legs, hair past her shoulders, smiling with a smile that could stop you completely in your tracks. She has the perfect skin, to go along with that perfect face and those perfect eyes, containing the power to make your heart stop. I walk past her, hoping I grab her attention any possible way. I turned my head slowly watching her walk past, not being able to take my eyes off. She doesn't even notice me, maybe because she knows she too good to be true, and that I don't even remotely deserve her. You could say that were friends. We hang out sometimes. But when everyone goes to the movies or something casual, she could careless about talking to me. I despised her. But at the same time I loved her with all the love I could give. The saying "Beauty is on the inside" is a bunch of bullshit. No one, and i mean no one, looks at what's on the inside. It's all about what's on the outside. Beauty catches the eye, not personality. But her, she had everything, including beauty on the inside and outside. Her personality was so vivid and different, she was her own person. I wish i was my own person, my friends speak too much for me. I hate it. I hate her.

I love her. She's standing with her group of friends again, as I stand with mine. I can't look away, her laugh rings in my ears as if it was church bells playing the sweetest sound in the world. Her smile puts me in a coma. Shes talking to another guy, I'm jealous, but yet I have nothing to be jealous of. She's not mine and never will be, I wish she was. As my friends talk and go on and on about sports, or what homework we had. I stare at her clique, and wonder what they're talking about. Tuning out the laughter from my friends, I begin to daydream while standing in the hallway. Her and I are laying at my friends house on the couch, lightly pecking on the lips every couple minutes, as close as could be. Then reality bit me on the ass, and the warning bell rung. Oh, how I love her.

I hate her. I walked by her and she smiled at me. Why? That may sound good, but it's horrible. Everytime she smiles at me, it reminds me that I can't have her, but I need her. But what would I would do to get her to flash that smile again. What do I have to do to get her to notice me? I walk into my next class and ponder what It'd be like if we were together. We were taking notes, but I missed the whole page, because of her. She isn't in my classes, and yet, she always seems to be sitting right next to me. Next to me, with that eye popping smile, and those beautiful eyes. It scares me, the affect she has on me, that is.

I have the opposite of butterflies. My stomach's being torn apart. I want to burst out in tears. This brings us up to date. Im talking to her online right now. There's not much of a conversation sparking. I have some comfort of my friends. But I don't want it. I want to be alone. I'm not emo, no, not at all. It's just really tough. There she is again, right next to me. As my eyes start to water, I whisper to myself, "You love her, she doesn't love you." But that doesn't matter, because I know I'll always love her...