Popcorn

I see stars 

shining in the night sky 

and a soul. 

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,

"Ew, you're being so gay."

So being gay is illegal now?

"Dude, stop faking it."

Do you want me to change?

"What happened to you to make you feel this way? It must have been awful."

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,