He Knows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

He stands in the corner; eyes down, hands pale.

There’s something about him that intrigues me

He, in his never-changing bleak black hoodie

His stance ain’t upright, he ain’t bright, but

I feel his mind is somewhere it shouldn't be.


Why won't he talk? Why is he always quiet?

I really wonder if it's because of me

Alas, being adored by all leaves some lonely

I can't help it though, no wonder he's the

forlorn dude and I'm the popular lady.


I caught him staring during sports, how peculiar

Strangely, not where I expected, seems quite bizarre

He was nearing me during lunch, his facade ajar

I turned away and ignored, my group oughtn't be odd

He'd do well to behold my glamor from afar.


We received our Chemistry tests back, how delightful

Good thing, I knew it all. Thanks to the teacher;

he calmly helped me, with the nature of a mentor

I stayed after school to work and worked oh-so keenly

It is saddening, but those who didn’t are done for.


He, though, exhibited the polar opposite

He seemed disheartened, when he received his test

How poignant, he should’ve known better; class ain’t a jest

Certainly, he didn’t stay back, so he wouldn’t know

That’s what you get, for not being shinier than the rest.


He neared me again today, astonishingly bold

His eyes colder than a glacier, on me they laid

Now I know why; What a fool I was thinking I’d got it made

He said, “I know what you actually did

with the teacher to raise your grade.”





Submitted: June 09, 2021

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