you do not define me

BUT.....

you make me almost late for class

you make me not care so much about microorganisms & alliteration & the first world war*

and a lot more about seating & hairstyle & witty banter

(and what’s so awful about an A-, anyway?)

to forget you - now,

that would be something awful

something dark & terrible.

it’s amazing;

to make you laugh,

I’d flunk my psych quiz – 

well,

just not ace it, maybe.

because of you, I can’t take notes.

you’re dangerous.

but I like you.

so.

who are you?

 

*instead I just care about the last.

and you.

and us.