She was the stain on my shirt.
My milk to my cereal,
My lollipop to my childish self.
I forgot how it's like to communicate again.
All I have in my head was her.
When I look around, her.
When I hear a song, her.
When I say a word to my friends, her.
When I walk with my mother, her.
When I look at the sun, her.
When I talk to the moon, her.
I'm sorry.
I forgot how I'm going to talk.
How to learn from my mistakes,
How to listen and understand.
I can't understand.
Sure, give me those books and I will be happy to read them.
Though her smiles, her lips, her mouth, her cheeks, her jowls, her nose, her eyes, her pupils when I look at her, her chins, her ears, her forehead waiting to be kissed on by me, her neck, her skin, her hair.
That's what I can't understand.
Am I seduced, or am I confused? Am I infatuated?
