Something

He was all the things I never knew I was looking for,
All the things I didn't know I needed.
All those big-ego boys and blue cloud-feather eyes
Were all wrong for me, and he helped me see it.

And his eyes were smoky topaz stars in crystal vials
Shatter into slivers of silver moon.
The kind of eyes that made my whole body tremble
Like the soft lullaby of a single harp playing in the dark.

So I wrote him a poem on the back of my homework
Starting at one and ending at I Love You,
All full of the reasons why he was perfect for me.
I never let him read it, so he never laughed and called me silly.

But I kind of knew he'd never be mine,
Even though I was always his.
I even let a few tears soak my skin for him
And turned my face away so he wouldn't see me cry.