I’m lost in his brown eyes
They don’t look at
me.
Caught in the sparkle of his smile
While it flashes away from
me.
Tangled up in his brown curly hair
It wasn’t combed for
me.
His voice echoing through my head
It wouldn’t be said to
   me.
I get crossed up more than his opponent
Because he’s avoiding
me.
Is there something
wrong with
me?
No!
I’m done
I won’t look for your soft eyes.
Wipe that perfect smile off your face.
Leave your hair majestically untamed.
Keep your funny thoughts stored away.
Leave your cute little tricks on the court.
I thought I was
ready for a little
One-on-one
But you’re still at home
looking to ball-up with someone
To be Honest
You are..
Not
that big of a prize
I wanted
you
To notice
Me..