Across the lab, I catch a shimmer
Of faded, purple-based red dyed hair
Scattered across soft cheeks and luscious lips
Then pulled back to avoid touching chemicals.
She’s one of the smart ones in the class
Way out of my league.
We could at least be friends, I think
I start to walk over, I’ll um…ask for a flask.
Her lab partner scoffs, “What do you want?”
“I uh…was wondering if you had an Erlenmeyer flask.
I can’t find mine,” is what I come up with.
“No, we’re using ours,” her lab partner rejects.
“Oh ok,” I resolve. Now what do I do?!
I ask a few other people so it looks like I actually needed it.
I reject them if they offer one.
After a few more, Good, they’ve forgotten about it.
Never again. You didn’t even stand a chance.
Just forget about her. But I couldn’t.
She didn’t even say anything. Was she just being nice?
Does she like me back? No, of course not.