Poetry of Life ✔

Obsession

You would choose me over your friends,

And that feels good.

It warms me up to the brim.

I get this fluttering in my heart that does not stop.

It continues when you are around.

How do you have this effect on me?

You would zip up my bag for me when it is unzipped.

This observation.

I do not know whether it is caring or not.

I would wrap my brain around this action for hours.

You would ask me questions about my preferences,

As if you want to get know me better.

My head is swirling with questions for you,

About you.

You sit on a spot beside me,

And that makes my heart pump faster than any racecar.

I want to lean my head on your shoulder.

It is so tempting...

But I cannot.

Or else, it would ruin EVERYTHING.

You would inch closer to me as I have isolated myself from the group.

Close and closer...

Until our shoulders meet together.

You would attempt that like you always do that,

That you are comfortable to sit so close to me.

You would sit so close that I am breathless when I talk to you.

You would sit so close that my hands shake when I pat your arm.

You would sit so close that I worry about my breath smelling,

And my hair being in a big tangled jumble.

I would be so frightened of how you would see me as,

That I do not know myself anymore.

I have too many mixed emotions for you.

It is all jumbled up like my jumbled hair.

There are times when I want to cup your cheeks and kiss you,

Kiss you passionately,

Kiss you like what we have is special.

I want you to hug my waist,

So you are pulling me in closer to you.

The distance between us will be no more,

Gone,

And non-existent.

That would be our first kiss.

My first kiss has to be special and memorable,

So when I look back to it,

I will not regret it one bit.