Wanting the Unwanted

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When I am not with you, it seems like all my strong feelings come out.

My brain is filled with images of you and me holding hands or going on a date.

My heart is beating against my chest like you are right beside me,

Saying all the words I want to hear.

My spine shivers at the words I imagine you to say to me.

My cheeks are always flushed as I am thinking of you.

People stare as my cheeks turn bright red.

The emotions inflate as I know it is getting closer to seeing you,

Or the possibly of seeing you.

I grin to myself like an idiot, visualizing the nice memories with you.

I do not care what others might think of me if they catch me looking goofy.

Near the time you are about to arrive,

I am waiting and waiting,

Having the impatience for your arrival.

The anticipation kills me inside if it takes too long,

But I do not show it.

My chest squeezes tight, thinking you will not come.

It makes me think you do not care.

When you do, finally, arrive, my heart is pounding loudly against my ribcage,

That I am afraid you might hear it as you sit beside me.

Once we are talking together,

My feelings seem to disappear,

Vanish,

Scatter.

I do not know why though.

It is like I want you when you are not around,

But when you are, I do not want you again.

This logic is all very confusing.

I do not want to think about it,

Because I will be thinking about you when you are not here with me.

Maybe I just want what I do not have.

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