"What's your favorite flavor?" 

My dad hands me an array of lollipops: 

Blue, pink, purple and orange, 

And I instinctively go for the orange one. 

I'll stop staring,

I'll stop caring,

I'll stop texting you,

I'll stop hoping you'll like me too. 

There's no point in staring if you don't meet my gaze,

We had to write a poem about an animal

in poetry class the other day,

And I didn't know what topic to choose,

so of course I wrote about you:

A bee flies in front

of my window,