no Goodwine allowed

I wanted to show off to my friend because we were eating and when you have a lot, you expect more.

I had a funny coincidental type, a little funny.

Because of my track record of crushes, brown hair, a little taller than me, kinda quiet.

(But I wished I liked my friend instead cause she’s loud and she’s like everything I am and I like me and her and our fragile ego and she’d tell me straight and agree that void is so scary, huh)

If you asked me if it counts, I wouldn’t be able to answer.

I’m too good at multitasking

There’s three of them, all with the same first name with the same description and color and all three of which I eyed at some point

I became friends with two a while ago.

Though it was kind of funny how I ended up not caring

And if I had the same void with No.3, I’d like that but also not or not care how would I know

I didn’t know your last name, even,

now I know it’s Goodwine (I’ll drown my head in some of that stuff

if word of this ever gets out), like a batch of some cozy wine that

I would realistically throw up at but it’s the thought that matters anyway.

But i don’t think I’d wanna touch their hair because

…nevermind

Maybe they actually use products but i don’t

know

because I don’t know you enough (do you have monolids or lidded eyes or…?)

And you were in this dream the other day and the next morning I drew you in class (first time ever on anyone, congrats)

But I could ignore that and how J.D. Rockefeller monopolized the oil industry

Turning is making me think you’re either shy or physically jerky (I told you I fall for bait)

I wanted to touch your face and stare

I’d probably look away first or I’ll look forever

It’s a secret I’ll share with you.

but I want to draw and look at the poor work all day and die of seeing so I wouldn’t be able to look at you again, and you’ll never know. 

But if you knew we’d know that I’m still wanting to draw you.