I stare at you from across the cafeteria, zoning out as my sight zeroes in on your face, the way your freckles shine in the lighting and your heterochromomatic eyes pop against your red hair, hair red and fiery like your personality, I get snapped out my daze, I get ready to put on a fake, plastic smile again but then I look up from where I'm sitting

You're there, tapping me on the shoulder, god you look so pretty, I wipe a quick flush away from my face as you look at me unimpressed as you caught me zoning out again

I wish you looked at me like I did you, drew me in elaborate portraits and wrote about me whenever you got bored, but its probably hopeless