Sitting in class,
I check my watch.
Time seems to pass,
but ever so slowly.
As I glance down again,
memories begin to arise.
Within this small,
and simply thing,
thoughts and conversations lie within.

Making the right decision at the time,
I walked into this store.
With no intention,
but to look around.
As I passed by items,
and glanced here and there.
Something caught my eye.
This grey band,
with a rose gold clock.
As I looked past the glass,
I couldn't help but beg for it within.

A gentleman came by,
but simply to help.
His intentions were pure,
and he convinced me so.
I tried on the watch,
and fell in love.
As he began to talk,
I suddenly fell for the second time.
His words were true,
and his smile was kind.
I couldn't help but stay,
for was it the watch,
or this man?
Both kept me in place,
a short conversation,
that meant so much.

As my mind began to race,
I knew I needed him,
rather than this watch.
I never believed in love at first sight,
or conversation I suppose.
But who could deny this.
Distance seemed to be the problem,
but I didn't care.
This was a man I would do anything for,
and I would still to this day.

A sudden call of my name,
and it seemed I had to leave.
So difficult to break away,
but I somehow did.
As I left,
I realized,
that I would never see this man again.

And somehow I was okay with that,
because I had the watch.

A buzzing noise all around,
making it weary for me to get rest.
This constant pestering sound,
riles me up.
Visually spotting the black fly,
I try to ignore it.
The more I push it away,
the more noise it makes.
Not being clear enough,
I must **** it.
Unable to be aware of its demise,
the fly continues to circle.
Throughout the room,
I chase it away.
But it always comes back,
for even more.
I name this fly Richard,
because it seems to be relentless.
Just like him.

A silly summer assignment,
that could be done in a day.
Constantly pushed away,
and left to linger.
Crossing my mind here and there,
but never fully acknowledged.
Deep within ,
I realize I must finish it.
I sit down and begin to read,
but my mind seems to stray.
Within arms reach,
lies my ever so lovely laptop.
Temptation overwhelms me,
and I place the book down.
Pages crinkling,
I don't bother to look.
Hours pass,
and the computer is still open.
Going within and out of sites,
cat videos and social networks.
A thought ponders,
that book, that story.
Closing the laptop,
I pick the hard copy up.
Struggling to finish a page,
I cowardly give up.
And suddenly I realize,
I probably should not have majored in English.

He invited me in,
but I kindly denied.
Regretting the words once they escaped my mouth,
I began to drive.
His first attempt,
and I let him down.
Without even noticing,
how much it meant.

I forgot where we were,
stuck in transit,
always waiting for you to make a move.
Always pacing yourself,
thinking you have time.
Without even realizing,
I'm slipping between the lines.
One soul takes a hold,
while you just watch.
Grab what you want,
before it's completely gone.
I can't wait forever,
no matter how hard I try.
Love knows no time they say,
but when other options approach,
what will I say?
You are not mine,
and I am not yours.
I keep forgetting where we were,
and how much longer,
till you claim me as your own.

Lend me a hand,
and help me find my way.
Lost within your blue eyes,
I tend to sway.
Such a sweet talker,
it's hard to read between the lines.
I try to leave,
but something always pulls me back.
That innocent smile,
makes me fall again.
Constantly getting up,
and preparing to flee.
Second guessing each time,
because I know what I want,
differs from what I need.
Affection and love is the desire,
but the baggage you bring along,
wears me thin.
Being alone is much better,
than the lies you always tell.
No longer can I be a fool,
at least not for you.

A casual kiss,
escalating far too fast.
I, myself, can not go into this,
without over thinking.
Thinking of the future,
while you just think about the next 5 minutes.
It upsets me quite a lot,
to realize that I'm wasting my time.
Discussing and over analyzing everything we do,
while for you this is just us,
being "friends".
A summer fling never hurts right?
Then why am I  stuck here,
wondering whether or not I should continue this.
Letting this die out seems best.
You'll be gone soon,
and I'll have no one.
So why drag this out further,
when we both now I'll be the only one,
broken hearted.