I didn't even asked to be loved,
I just wanted to be liked,
even if it was fleeting and brief.
I wish you giggled thinking about me,
and I wish I spent my night awake dreaming of you with my eyes wide open.
I wish I was able to know what affection felt like even if it was withdrawn too quickly.
Maybe I just wanted to be seen for once,
as the girl you meet in the corner of the library, picking up the same book as you.
An eye contact. A quiet smile. A polite nod.
Maybe I just wanted to be known for once,
crossing your mind occasionally when you saw something that reminded you of me.
Maybe I just so badly wanted to be asked about for once.
My name a whisper arising from your lips, as you speak in hush and ask about me.
Maybe, I just wanted to held for once. My body flushed against yours in an embrace even if it was temporary.
Maybe I just ached to be called pretty.
The word clinging to your lips with hesitation but your heart fluttering when you say it to me.
Maybe I just wanted to be liked.
Even if it was for once.
[ for my girls who missed out on teenage love]