I Live, Love, And Lose Poem by D. M. L. Catseye

TONIGHT i saw a shooting star, the little voice said, make a wish and i did.

i made the same wish i always do. I always wish for you.

i wished you loved me. i mouthed the words.

but what i really meant when i thought that thought was i wish

that the boy i have dreamt of and imagined in my arms

who has spoken only twice to me and i've caught him looking back

he who is perfect to no one but me, i know it.

teeth aren't strait, dark brown feathered hair

his big brown eyes{that don't look the exact same way}

i want all of him with his football pants tan below the knee

the way he laughs i have memorized; i stop breathing when he speaks

the raaaaaaage, he bellows, and i get a bit faint

i wish he dreamt of me as i do him; wish he thought of me the way i do him

I wish he wanted me the way i want him- i want him so, so bad.

that he got nervous when he was near to me

I always act so protective of him

another girl wore his jersey at the game and i accidently swore at her

no one popular knows i'm obbsessed with him

drawn to him and surprisingly his brothers too

I'm a stalker i'll admit it. a crazy chick who watches you

it's because i'm in love with him that i wished for him tonight