Eyes are on me,

or they aren’t.

Hard to tell,

when I won’t consider

looking back.

Too scared to find

his eyes staring,

too scared to fall

one more time.

I’ve already fallen

too much in my life.

And for him,

indeed, a danger task.

Terrified that

he won’t be the last

to break my heart.

But I wish

he’s been looking

at my face,

thinking ‘such

a sweet nerd.’

I hope I’m not just

another bird

for a stone to hit.

I can’t

shake

the

feeling

of

his

eyes

on me.

And I’m not

sure I want to.

I really wish

it were true.

Wish that

maybe

he wouldn’t

discover

the pain

he wrote

on my heart.

I

Hope

His

Eyes

Are

On

The

Quiet,

Nerdy,

Girl

Who’s

Hopes

Are

As

Stupid

As

A

Door

With

Human

Shaped

Holes.

Stupid

Hopes.

Doesn’t stop me

from wishing

and hoping

his eyes are on me.

And his heart

likes what he sees.

I’ll wish

those two

things.

Longer than

the pain

will last.

And if wishes

fell like rain,

then certainly

I am a storm.