So I think I am in love with someone.
The issue is, I'm too far gone.
Our eyes meet 100 times a day,
His hazel meet my grey.
He stares with curiosity while I just blush,
My heart races and I'll leave in a rush...
I know he can see it but everyday
our meeting routine is exactly the same.
He is a junior while I am a freshie.
He is carefree, and my life is messy.
I'm sure I'm going insane.
These sick little meetings are sick little games.
I beg my heart to stop racing.
I scream at my self to stop the nervous pacing.
The entire way home I'm staring at the sky,
Waiting patiently for the time to pass by,
So that I don't have to look him in the eyes...
Because I'm sure these accidental meetings are just tragic little lies.
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PoetryMay be triggering, please please please please please talk to me. I write these not to make people hurt themselves, but as my own way of getting past it. Please, never feel like you must do this to yourself- and if you do please don't hesitate to te...
