middle school

making my mental notes of you 
like i’m a child studying for a test
this is middle school again 
and we’re all just trying our best 

i will write in my diary 
about how i have a huuuuuge crush on you 
but i can’t tell anyone yet
it’s a secret 

we might have different teachers 
but i pass by you in the hallway
and hope you don’t notice me staring
until one day you do

and i start leaving notes in your locker
“you’re sweet” you say 
and i say “no you” 
blushing as i read the innocent words on the page

“meet me on the playground during recess”
and the kids are making fun of us but i can’t 
hear them over the sound of the butterfly wings flapping up a tornado in my stomach 
as you pull me by my hand to the side of the school yard
and kiss me real quick before your face turns red and you run away.

yeah, it’s like that.