The black haired beauty
I couldn't concentrate, I sat in the campus scribbling my ideas onto my laptop.
Emerald Green eyes peered into the biased feces of the trash of poetry I'd written last night, with weary eyes, underneath the telescope of my dear friend moonlight that has been accompanying me night after night. to be honest, the real reason of my sleepless nights is ....him.
Yes, someone new. a guy who is clearer then the color blue.
my heart feels the juicy red color that passes through my veins, transporting the breath of life. behind his black glasses the sweet kiss that his eyes, gives mine, . I like the creepiness of his stare. the lingering look he gives me when he stands in front of me, the nervousness, the jittery look he has. it's all around me, but I can't fathom why I feel such an attraction to him, he is not a looker but something pulls me towards him.
I could sit here, with my hands on my laptop describing, typing what I feel, the desire, the pull, that drives between us. I may sound delusional, but deep down inside I know he likes me. he feels it too, I'm not ******* crazy. I have eyes, and these eyes see how awkward he is around me...he's very confusing, does one thing and the other. he glances at me but there's that. I want more of him, I expect more action, but I guess Im letting my self go on.
On Tuesday's and Thursdays I see him, and my heart fills up.
there's color in my cheeks, and a smile of knowing how I make him feel. this feeling came back, ever since last time. I know many of you read what I've been writing, I was hurt by someone who I mistakenly wasted 5 months with when I could've been finding the cure for cancer. but no... it was my last mistake I ever did. I've been in a loop hole these couple of months. I was a complete stranger to myself, I fell out of sorts, finding the cure for my loneliness, my heart and virtue were rapture, kept and thrown away. he really did a number on me, which piles up on my torment full snippet of thoughts that picklocks them in any angle, everything left me feeling fragile and that made my feelings distorted. I couldn't even feel my face, because of the numbness I contacted. it was like fitting my emotions, feelings, into a key size hole on the door where'd he left me behind, where he had taken the key with him. (he ****** me over.)
think of it, as Alice in Wonderland. Well, mine was not a wonderland, it was a constant **** that I battled secretly, behind these four walls.
I got hard headed, stubborn as ****, bitter, in a love/hate relationship with my self. basically let me paraphrase it,
I was on the path of self destruction.
read the answer to all those poems I've written in the past, that were sad, and angst. but someone new has been walking in the fields of my peripheral vision. (I know some are not poems)