
God, I Wish I Had Your Number
I wrote this poem about my most recent crush, and I think it gives a lot of insight into a teenage girl's mind when she likes someone.
god, i wish i had your number
i think that we'd be friends
we'd text about our grades
the night would seem to never end
i know i'd say some things
i'd really wish i hadn't
but you wouldn't mind that much
and sharing would become a habit
i'm not saying we'd be perfect
i'm just saying we should try
but i won't say any of this out loud
from the embarrassment, i might die
i just wish you could see inside my head
then you'd know i mean every word
and know what i'm saying is true
but still, i'll say nothing for fear of getting hurt
i still wish i had your number
i wish that we would talk
but these wishes are inside my mind
cause i fear that i would balk
at the smile on your face
at the thought of rejection
at the shining in your eyes
even the thought of perfection
but GOD I WISH I HAD YOUR NUMBER
AND I WISH THAT WE WOULD TALK
I WISH THAT YOU WOULD SEE ME
AND I WISH YOU CARED AT ALL


