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The class nerd
the one who gets unnoticed
always doesn't get the girls
the one who's often bullied.
Sticking his head in books
killing time by doing so
not minding people's dirty looks
as he walks through the hall full of students.
His glasses hanging on the tip of his nose
with his neat slick back hair
the jocks calling him a loser
while sighing in defeat.
Purposely bumping against him
making him stumble
trying to contain his anger every bit
by clenching his fists to his sides.
Taking deep breathes at a time
while he stops upon his locker
seeing the most beautiful girl in sight
a smile creeping up his lips.
His heart beating at an irregular rate
as he sees her walking her way
towards him in that panic-like state
but then the fast beating stops.
His smile fades
as she walks past him
at a fast pace
to kiss the school's famous football player.
The bell starts to ring
students scurrying towards their assigned classes
yet he still lingers
as he stares at an empty space.
Never noticing the books he carried
now on the floor
all scattered
while his heart is broken into pieces.
-A-
Why do we fall for the wrong people?
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Catoptric Tristesse
Poetry"When you write from the heart, They are your work of art. Whatever pattern, You choose to do it doesn't matter. The pen and your paper are your instruments, That would create brilliance." catoptric tristesse: (n.) "the sadness that you'll never...
