Yeah the quality is bad but I can't fix it
Poem: @northern_spearmxnt //"You've been avoiding me." Her voice cuts through the air like a knife, and I shiver. It's not a question. I consider her words as she waits for a response, tapping her foot against the concrete floor impatiently. Well, it's true, I suppose. I have been avoiding her. But I have a good reason. Multiple, in fact. Tap, tap, tap. I love her, and I'm afraid that if I tell her, I'll lose her and everything will be ruined. The worst thing is that I would let her slip through my fingers because I don't know how to make her stay. Tap, tap, tap. I need her, and her smile is the only thing getting me through the day right now. If she left, I don't think I could take it anymore, and then we'd both be gone. Tap, tap, tap. How would I know if she even likes me back? I'm not exactly what you'd call society's idea of pretty. But oh, that's why I love her, she has her own idea of pretty. I only need to live up to her standard. Tap, tap, tap. But for all I know, her standard is boys. Boys who play football and ride motorbikes and work out at the gym. Not gender-non-conforming neurodivergent nerds who write stupid stories where everything goes right for once and spend too much time fixated on one thing. Tap, tap, tap. She fiddles with the rings on her finger. The light catches the way her hair falls across her face, and I desperately want to reach out and tuck a strand of it behind her ear, and listen to her laugh shyly, and look at me with the slight smile I love to see on her face. But I don't. I take some more time to think about what she said, maybe too much time, because now I'm wondering if her accusing tone means she hates me now. And that thought is overwhelming and too much to deal with, so I walk away. //
