Struck

I looked across the room, and he was there.
For the first time in 3 weeks he was back.
He sat in his seat with such ease.
His legs intertwined with the seat in front of him.
The black and blue shoes lay against the metal.
When I looked at him all that my mind thought was
Mmmm.
I laugh to myself.
His shirt, black and white plaid, fit him perfectly.
I couldn’t understand how he could look so perfect in this class room light.
His face, oh his face.
It was perfectly shaped, and his eyes….
They showed me what real sincerity was.
Green and blue, with hints of gray, they were the center of my world
Every 2nd period that is.
His hair, I always fall for boys with hair like his.
In my mind it was as perfect as Zack Effron in
17 again.
I know it's not, but he was perfection to me.
His name was Ben, and he was the first boy I ever liked
At my new school.
He was friends with my best friends,
Friends with close friends,
Friends with friends, yet we never truly met.
When he’d speak in class my heart would race.
Just the sound of his voice made my ears ring.
I felt I must be friends, more than friends with him.
Too bad life’s not a story
And too bad I'm to shy.
Time passed and I gave up on that dream.
Everyday I wish I hadn’t
And everyday when I see him sitting there
My heart breaks a little more.
And I sing to myself:
Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do.