Boy With the Curly Hair 2

Drowning in my own existence Hating life But the ultimate passion I had to have No, I am not the problem I won’t let you take my breath away I grabbed a rock and hit your face Gasping for air I ran away But you chased me Huffing and puffing You chased me I hid behind a tree Digging for my keys Pepper spray Extra spicy I sprayed you When you caught up I kicked you between the legs I grabbed a branch I took a stab at you Then I escaped Seeing you the next day in school Was a bit creepy Seeing you in the drive way Outside my window Bothered me Seeing you staring Not saying a word When the cheerleaders Flirt, lifting their skirts You always seemed To be watching me Until one day A month later I had no partner in chemistry class But you sat next to me You helped me We laughed We passed You walked me home My mother let you in She never cooks But she cooked for you I cleared the table You did the dishes I went outside You grin I kissed your lips Sliding my fingers through your curly hair Then a loud truck pulls up My dad was home.