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Love. Goodbye. And Jealousy.

I'm sitting here on the stairs, by myself.
The wind blows my hair and
Sends goosebumps up my arms and legs.
It's 3:53.
The breeze russling the leaves on the trees,
Shaking the branches.
Birds are flying by, swopping down close to me.
I can hear you laughing and screaming
Your high-pitched, random scream,
For no reason.
I love the smell of the perfume your
Spraying as it blows in my direction.
Your only steps away from me but
For some reason you feel so far.
Now you're making your way over to me.
You're acting weird, being yourself.
You curiously ask me what im doing,
"Homework?"
"No, Im writing a poem."
You sit down next to me,
Observing my belongings.
But your friends call you to come back.
"What are you doing?" They ask.
"I'm taking to my friend. Do you have a problem?"
I wished you hadn't left, I love your company.
In my luck, you came back.
My papers fly everywhere and
I strecth out my whole body to hold them.
You laugh and then kneel down to help me.
You were amazed by all of my papers and poems that I wrote.
I dont want you to leave,
But we both have to.
I wish I could at least walk home with you,
But you're walking with your friends.
Jealously? -_-"