eyewish.

i told you that i wrote list.
and at first encounter you became an addition
"beautiful people" i labeled it.
drawing acute triangles and obtuse intersecting angles around names in geometry class.
updating it hoping nobody would peak over my shoulder,
asking to see my paper intrigued by a foreign form of wild style.
criss cross apple sauce,
in too small school desk,
using your old converse as a canvas,
as your laugh as splatter paint.
your presence the gallery
and you would stay around,
demanding no pay.
thank you. 

but how i wish i told you i wrote list.
i hope you wrote them too.