Pantoum of a High-School Poetess

Doesn’t he get tired of being too perfect,

The boy with the charm and the schoolyard kid smile?

Is the girl in his photos really that worth it,

Because wouldn’t it be fun being mine for a while?

The boy with the charm and the schoolyard kid smile

Draws on my notes when I’m not looking in class.

I’ll daydream about being his for a while

And never will learn any Spanish or math.

I touch up my lip gloss before every class

In case he happens to see me today,

But now I have C’s in Spanish and math,

And the girl in his photos isn’t going away.

And when he happens to see me today,

I think our kids’ eyes will most likely be brown,

But the girl in his photos isn’t going away;

Like a stubborn infection, she’s sticking around.

I think our kids’ eyes will most likely be brown,

But he’s just being silly and doesn’t believe

That I could be the one to stick around;

If he read my poems, he’d fall in love with me.

He’s just being silly, and I want to believe

That silly boys grow tired of being too perfect.

If he read my poems, he’d fall in love with me,

So if I keep writing poems, it will all be worth it.

April 20, 2024