My eyes linger
Just a little
Too long.
Quickly,
I avert my gaze,
As if my irises
Have been burned
By the sight,
By my shame.
Her lips are fresh
And pink.
I speak to them,
And I’m sure
She notices.
I wait for her
In the mornings
And eagerly
Anticipate her
Arrival to class,
Not-so-subtly
Saving a seat.
My heart flutters
At her casual
Touch.
My body leans in
And yearns
For more.
She is beautiful,
But she doesn’t know it.
I know I can’t have her,
But I crave her
Just the same.
It pains me
To keep my hands at my side,
To not cup her cheek,
To leave our fingers untangled,
To keep my sweet nothings
To myself.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
My eyes linger
Just a little
Too long.
Quickly,
I avert my gaze,
As if my irises
Have been burned
By the sight,
By my shame.
Her lips are fresh
And pink.
I speak to them,
And I’m sure
She notices.
I wait for her
In the mornings
And eagerly
Anticipate her
Arrival to class,
Not-so-subtly
Saving a seat.
My heart flutters
At her casual
Touch.
My body leans in
And yearns
For more.
She is beautiful,
But she doesn’t know it.
I know I can’t have her,
But I crave her
Just the same.
It pains me
To keep my hands at my side,
To not cup her cheek,
To leave our fingers untangled,
To keep my sweet nothings
To myself.
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