Us.

[this is something i wrote for freaking ever ago. and i wanted to share it here. hope yall like it.]

We are girls.
We might not be the prettiest girls you know.
We definitely aren't the sluttiest ones.
We are too much fun for you to handle, but it's all good fun.
We can have bad fun, but it probably isn't our first choice.
We just like good, old-fashioned fun.
You...don't notice us.
We don't always try that hard to make you notice us, but sometimes we do.
But you still don't.
We don't always know what we want.
Yes, we can be UBER indecisive. (or maybe that's just me.)
But you don't care to wait.
You have to move on to the nearest girl that doesn't even want or need you that bad.
You move to the easy chick. Probably the one you have no business being with.
But we wait. Hoping that you might see how great we can be. And how much you can love you more than her.
We are naive. (or maybe that's just me.)
You...go to the chick whose had millions of boyfriends and just likes to show them off. Soon you'll just be a number too.
You go to the chick that just has to have a guy to breathe. She doesn't even really care. She probably doesn't even know your favorite color.
But we SO do.
And we know your middle name.
And your favorite sports team.
And why you hate the things you hate.
You love to hang out with us. And we love to hang with you, too.
And we have the greatest conversations EVER!
We laugh at your jokes.
And we love your smile.
And we love that thingy your eyes do in the sunlight.
But Little Miss Thing over there..she doesn't even notice.
That's what you choose to be around.
You foolish boy.
Why do you do that?
Do you like to get used, strictly for her pleasure?
You do.
You suck.
...but we...oh, we wait.
Hoping, hoping, hoping to everything that you will notice us.
To God. To Buddha. To Muhammad. The moon. The sun. The stars.
Crossing eyes, fingers and toes.
Just for you to notice us.
But you still don't.
(Did i mention we were naive?...or maybe it's you.)

So, 30 years from now, when we are successful and wonderful and beautiful...(just as we are now),
don't come back, asking for our love and respect.
You lost it when we were 21 and under.

I suggest you pay attention to us now.