If I were her, I wouldn't say hi to me either.
I'd let me squirm
until there was adequate strength stored up to approach with confidence.

Until that time, I'd stand disinterested,
bored with the world.
Slowly letting out a little sunshine with my minute movements.

I'd seem available,
wanting to be rescued,
then punish the lack of courage from my so-called pursuers
by falling in love with the most hideous asshole in the bunch.

My prey would then either
fall victim to befriending the asshole,
or challenging him.

But, I am not her,
and even so our actions do not differ much.
She, bored with the world
and me, a passive observer.

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