I used to have the hardest time
understanding how someone
could affect another so
profoundly
Then I met him and now all is clear
This morning, before first period
began,
I was exremely hungry and had
planned to eat a snack
But as soon as he walked in looking
like he does
And showing off that smile,
My appetite completely vanished.
My belly made leaps and turns
in his presence
Whether this was from
joy or nervousness,
I haven't a clue.
And the hardest thing is, he sits
right next to me.
Right next to me.
But the problem is, it's not close enough.
I want to feel the warmth of his body
as he leans against me.
I want him to pull the stupid
yawn, arm stretch, move
just so he can put his arm around me.
What is it like, I wonder,
to be held in those arms?
How must it sound,
to hear his lips speak my name?
How do his lips taste,
And what does he smell like?
All these questions reside unsolved,
peices to a missing puzzle.
When he looks at me,
and speaks to me,
or so much as is in the same room,
I feel myself melt as if I will
become nothing more but
a puddle upon the ground.
This can't be healthy, I know,
But I want more often to
lose my appetite.