Broken Into Pieces

Every day I see him on the bus.
I want him with a secret lust.
I see him every day in class.
I check out his face, his chest, his...
As I was saying I see him every day at lunch.
His curly blond hair in front of his face.
I buy him lunch and watch him as he munch.
I feel like a stalker when I see him in the hall.
I check my phone to see his texts.
I check my phone and pray he will call.
I get no answer for a week.
I wonder if he thinks I'm a freak.
Until I get on the bus again.
To see him sitting next to a girl.
And find out it's his girlfriend.

:( A True Poem about Someone I love ):