She Loved You From the Start

It was in the second grade
she saw you sitting there.
Alone, by yourself,
your orange curly hair.

Freckles hid your pale face,
with pimples, glasses, and more.
Your green eyes peered out,
head down, to the floor.

You were the outcast of the grade,
and that was what had her lured.
She loved how you were different,
and the vicious comments, you ignored.

You only talked to her a few times,
from second grade to eight.
High school would be approaching,
and she just knew it was fate.

The girl had planned out
of what she would say.
Replaying the conversations in her head,
for the very first day.

Ninth grade arrived.
She saw you sitting there.
Not alone, not by yourself,
but accompanied by people who weren't there.

They weren't there when you needed someone,
they liked you for your new looks.
And unlike them, from the very start,
you really had her hooked.

Straightened hair dyed black,
you looked a little withdrawn.
Your faced cleared up, glasses disappeared,
she stared at the changes you'd undergone.

It's unfortunate for you, boy,
for you were too obvlivious to see.
The girl that loved you all along,
she was no stranger, she was me.

*true story... written from the heart