You are not the only one getting off the bus

Pushing and shoving,

to be right next to the door,

at your stop is dumb.

Heat is not a friend,
or sympathetic at all
on a crowded bus

Line 8

M E L O D E in ink
Pigtails and many piercings
Alone when she goes

wishful thinking

Don't forget to smile

She might be looking at you

Line nineteen goddess