That Silent Girl In The Back Of Class
Something happened today
Well…
Really it started last week
When I partnered up
With the silent girl
In my last class of the day
She seemed mute at first,
But she could talk
She could speak, hoarsely, as though it hurt
And I found myself entranced
Not attracted, per say
But curious
What lies beneath her surface
Still remains a mystery to me
I can’t seem to read her how I read other people
I usually base someone off of their
Facial, Verbal, and Physical Reactions
But Two of those are taken off
All the physical things I’ve seen her do
Are these:
Bounce her leg, anxiously, and sprint out of school at the end bell
She’s like my Bella Swan
And I, her Edward Cullen
The need to figure her out is driving me insane
I need her blood
Her nectar
To find out her secret, why she acts that way
I want her to talk to me
Maybe just look at me
Just a little
To acknowledge my presence
My existence
My worth
I don’t even know her name….
Ha! That doesn’t matter
I just need to know her taste