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.