Perfectly Imperfect Me

To him

I’m just another girl,

In his English class,

Sitting in the back,

And wearing a dark hoodie,

But man,

I wish that his smile,

Was pointed to the back,

Because it could light up,

All the darkness,

Trapped in the corners,

And maybe,

The kids back here,

Would feel less alone,

And I,

Would fall more in love,

With him.