Expectation Is Taking Its Toll

I doodle in physics.
My mind wanders as I draw.

I doodle her.
I draw him.

I don’t know why I’m doodling her, but I do anyways.
I’m glad he’s not like the rest of them.

Sketch her face, her choppy short hair.
Draw his face, his chiseled jaw and curly hair.

I like her outfit today.
I like his outfit today.

Blue plaid shirt and skinny jeans.
Grateful Dead shirt and slightly skinny jeans.

She’s actually kind of cute.
He’s incredibly good looking.

My friends wouldn’t approve.
My friends wouldn’t approve.

“Are you kidding? Her? She’s too weird.”
“Are you kidding? Him? He’s too popular.”

Why do I keep thinking about her?
Why can’t I stop my feelings for him?

“Sam, pay attention!” Sorry, teacher.
“Raine, great job!” Thank you, teacher.