You infiltrate my thoughts
Sporadically throughout the day
And haunt my dreams
Occasionally throughout the night
We might not speak
During the day
But boy by night
Let's just say
You come out to play
But now
You nauseate me
And frustration seeps through
The surface
Of my body
Permeating the air
With my "love" for you
As my nose recoils from the stench
And it sickens me
To my core
I wait for the day
Where you
My "boy"
become a
faint
distant memory
that I have to
struggle
To remember
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
You infiltrate my thoughts
Sporadically throughout the day
And haunt my dreams
Occasionally throughout the night
We might not speak
During the day
But boy by night
Let's just say
You come out to play
But now
You nauseate me
And frustration seeps through
The surface
Of my body
Permeating the air
With my "love" for you
As my nose recoils from the stench
And it sickens me
To my core
I wait for the day
Where you
My "boy"
become a
faint
distant memory
that I have to
struggle
To remember
I use to have the biggest crush on this beautiful guy. I never talked to him, only in my dreams, but after awhile I got so annoyed that I didn't have the courage to talk to him, so I wrote this poem instead.
