I watched him as he spoke,
His words rolled off his tongue like butter,
He ran his fingers through his Reddish- blonde hair and looks at his phone
He sent me a Snapchat,
"You look beautiful"
I smiled at my phone and put it on my desk
The pain in my chest increased
As I watched him walk with his friends down the hall,
Only him noticing me and smiling
Why can't I be older?
Why can't I be old enough to love him
Without my heart hurting
Every time he walks into the room
Why can't I let myself love him
Why am I too scared of what people think
Maybe he doesn't even like me
Maybe it's all just a Game
I don't know how much longer I can do this
Before the doors to my heart close.
