Sporadic moments

so there you go
battin those
dark brown
chocolate
hot fudge sundae eyes at me
and i don't know
what i'm supposed to do
how i'm supposed to say that
i like you.
i'm only one person
and superman doesn't live around here
with his awesome powers
and influential mind
and smooth talk.
i can't just walk
up to you
out of the blue
twirling my hair
like the picture perfect
high school sweetheart
complete with bubble gum
and blonde pigtails
and tell you that maybe
we should go get a soda
or something
then giggle and be
cute.
becuz i try to be
cute
and i come off
weird.
and i'm not blonde
anyhow.
it doesn't help you're so
difficult to approach.
my words falter
and trip over my lips as
i speak them
and in the end -
i'm still the fool
with the failed phrases
dripping from my mouth
like the last few french fries
left in the box
that no one eats
and leaves to linger.
i keep hoping that you'll just
beat me to it
and that you might feel the same
so that i don't have to embarrass myself
and force the breaking
of my own heart.
but you never know
what could happen.
superman could magically appear.
i could go blonde.
my words just may come out right.
and all in the world would be
simply amazing.