In geography, as he sat beside me,
Smiling the whole time.
I wondered if getting to know him,
Really would be a crime?
So far we hadn't really talked,
And I didn't even know if he would want to.
I was actually so awkward,
I literally didn't know what to do.
It got to the point where I would sneak glances,
And look at his eyes.
It felt good, for once, to sink into him,
Than my pain, even after all of my tries.
I didn't know who he was,
I mean, what even was his name?
Who actually was he?
And why did he make me feel so humane?
I began to look forward to geography,
Because there was the only place he was in sight.
Should I try to talk to him?
Okay, maybe I might...
He didn't laugh, mock or taunt,
And, also, he hadn't judged me.
He was different,
And that, I could clearly see.
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The Day After Tomorrow
PoetryEvelyn Moore is a girl who struggles with mental illness . She is alone yet so accompanied, powerless yet so powerful, out of control yet in complete control. James Hunt falls irrevocably and irresistibly in love with her, despite her 'flaws'. Can J...
