Bridge For A Season

I fell for you, a poet that is yet to be a musician
Who is a competitive cat person and an IU fan
At times, you call me at school—I hear you say “Hello!”
You always answer differently from “Yes” or “No”

You are a person who has an eye for style
To ensure quality, you go the extra mile
The way you do things—with a criteria
I remember seeing you work on your paper at the cafeteria

We get our water from the drinking fountain
I remember getting pissed while we were in the rain
Because my umbrella you did not know how to hold
That’s why you took out yours, so we would not catch a cold

Our lockers are found on the same floor
I peek sometimes from behind the door
To look inside the room if you are there
I am as clingy as a dog—and you are aware

Though our personalities create a balance in color
We are the same in not liking the genre of horror
In second semester, we were a “working in tandem”
Both studying under the strand of STEM

My thoughts while sitting on the bed
Led me to “Roses are red,
Violets are blue—
When will my feelings for you reach their due?”

As the crows turn into white,
Are the odds of you picking me quite?
In life, you are the one I want to choose—
But you can’t get over someone else’s muse

The experience of being played by destiny
Being a character in an unfinished story—
What it feels like, I finally know:
The pain behind the smile that I can’t show