Purple is the color of dreamers

Two of my best guy friends walk down the hall. one of them is wearing a leather trenchcoat.

"dude, do u kno how many trees were killed to make you jacket?"

"no, but i know how many cows were killed to make your homework."

He walks me to my bus, a kid walks up to him and looks pointedly at me.

"dude, u know her?"

he looks at me and says "yea," then looks back at the kid and says "but i've no idea who u are."

Everyone in my science class erupts into conversations when my teacher leaves and shuts the door. when she comes back, we fall silent as the door handle turns. she walks in and says,

"guys, the door isn't sound proof"

*walking down the hallway*

*boy stops me*
patty cake?

*sighs*
sure

*clapclapclapclapclap*

*boy is surprised*
you're fast today

*me*
i don't want to be late.

*prettiest girl in class is assigned to sit next to him. he looks at me sitting a distance away, sighs, looks back at her, and mouths to me...."dam"* jealousy over. he'd rather be with me

HIM: after every story you tell me, i just add to my list of asses to kick
ME: well doesn't that make me feel special. how many are on it?
HIM: alot. ;) they include most guys in the school who give u a second look, and anyone who's ever hurt you.

So i've been thinking when i'm not dreaming, and i've been dreaming when i'm not crying, and i've been crying when i'm not with you, and i've been thinking I haven't been with you for too long.

Sometimes it's so hard to fall in love after my heart's been broken, because i see the fear on every face that cares for me, and i feel the guilt of the heart wrenching year that i wish i could make disappear.

And all i wish for, is for this boy to be a little brighter, and a little better then the last, so basically all i hope for is that this boy really gives a damn about me.