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.