Bee.Lover

Maybe this is a poem,

And maybe it's just words of love

Spilling endlessly from my thoughts,

Smudging into one on the page.

The words

They lack meaning 

Yet they continue to repeat 

Like tapping on a drum

Melodic and timed

Yet so imperfect

Empty sounds of years replaying 

i wish i knew why you laughed,

and how much of yourself you're holding back. 

i wish i knew if you liked me too,

or if you just think of me as a friend. 

i wish you knew i got you those roses 

Is it possible to fail with an A+

Or do I just feel like I'm failing myself?

I'm the best one in your class,

But I still send emails making excuses for my declining grades. 

We both have short hair,

We could probably measure the inches,

Down to the centimeters, and the millimeters,

And it'd be the same length.