The Voice Issue 29: May/June 2017 - Page 57

I looked at you with a smile.

It was a crooked kind of smile.

I waited...

And waited...

Waited some more....

But there was no crooked smile back,

Not even a tiny one.

So I just awkwardly walked away

And I'm assuming you did too.

I glanced at you.

It was a crooked kind of glance

Where I cocked my head to one side

Sort of like a puppy

And guess what?

I received no crooked glance back.

I froze with embarrassment

And locked my eyes to the floor.

You probably did too.

I walked toward you.

It was a crooked kind of walk

Where my feet want to go toward you

But my brain was being reluctant.

I was hoping you'd walk toward me too.

But of course,

There was no crooked kind of walk coming from you.

So I avoided you.

You probably avoided me too.

I nodded to you.

It was a crooked kind of nod,

The greeting kind of nod

Where you acknowledge the other person,

Sort of like a silent hello.

Yet, there was no crooked nod back.

So I blushed

And hung my head low

So you couldn't see my about-to-be tears.

You probably did the same.

I looked at you one more time

One more time with my crooked kind of smile,

Not expecting anything,

Not a crooked glance,

Not a crooked walk,

Not a crooked nod,

Not even a crooked smile back.

I was right.

So I sprinted away this time

And I was crying crooked kind of tears,

The ones that stain your face.

I didn't turn around to see if you did the same.

I knew you didn't cry crooked kind of tears.

You didn't do crooked kind of anything.

You're too perfect for that.

So I stopped trying,

Stopped trying to be a crooked kind of person,

A crooked kind of person around you.

- Anna Phelps

You're Not a Crooked Kind of Person

I looked at you with a smile

It was a crooked kind of smile

I waited...

And waited...

Waited some more....

But there was no crooked smile back

Not even a tiny one

So I just awkwardly walked away

And I'm assuming you did too

I glanced at you

It was a crooked kind of glance

Where I cocked my head to one side

Sort of like a puppy

And guess what?

I received no crooked glance back

I froze with embarrassment

And locked my eyes to the floor

You probably did too

I walked toward you

It was a crooked kind of walk

Where my feet want to go towards you

But my brain was being reluctant

I was hoping you'd walk toward me too

But of course,

There was no crooked kind of walk coming from you

So I avoided you

You probably avoided me too

I nodded to you

It was a crooked kind of nod

The greeting kind of nod

Where you acknowledge the other person

Sort of like a silent hello

Yet, there was no crooked nod back

So I blushed

And hung my head low

So you couldn't see my about-to-be tears

You probably did the same

I looked at you one more time

One more time with my crooked kind of smile

Not expecting anything

Not a crooked glance

Not a crooked walk

Not a crooked nod

Not even a crooked smile back

I was right

So I sprinted away this time

And I was crying crooked kind of tears

The ones that stain your face

I didn't turn around to see if you did the same

I knew you didn't cry crooked kind of tears

You didn't do crooked kind of anything

You're too perfect for that

So I stopped trying

Stopped trying to be a crooked kind of person

A crooked kind of person around you

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