Oh, the things we do to feel desired.
We spend forever styling our hair for a boy we’ve never met.
We beautify our cuticles – do you reckon he’s noticed, yet?
Our legs are freshly shaved
In this skirt we’ve recently braved.
We wait in a bar, alone
Hopelessly checking our phones.
We ponder his silence
And how this reminds us
Of the things we do
To spark something new.
