Anxious was I Anxious when his eyes burrowed into mine, Lodge into my soul until I wasn’t fine, Until I wasn’t fine ‘cause I couldn’t breathe like he was ******* the oxygen out of me like I was his tree, His reason to breathe But anxious was I As his stare barely left my eyes, Was it only me that couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe? How can he do this to me? Our stares locked with heavy security Like it couldn’t break, I couldn’t flee I couldn’t flee ‘cause he held onto me through his eyes But anxious was I When he left my eyes He left my eyes like it was nothing Like it didn’t mean anything, or was it just me?
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This is one of the poems in my His Collection, a collection of poems for the boy I used to like.