The Inner Workings of a Troubled Mind: A Collection of Prose and Poetry

Him-Part 1

When he walks down the halls

all I can see

is us

Walking hand in hand

When he looks at me

I see his smile,

and all I can do

is grin like a fool

When he talks to me

I only see his lips move

But I can't hear any words

over the sound of my quickening heartbeat

When I see

touch

or hear him

it changes me

I become a babbling idiot

That can't create

a cohesive sentence

And if I somehow manage

to choke out a reply

it's something snarky

That makes it seem as if I don't care

But I do

I care about the way I look

Because of him

I care about the way I sound

Because of him

I care about the way I walk, talk, write, dress,

and think

Because of him

So tell me

Why is he so oblivious to the way he makes me feel?

Why can't I shake this power that he has over me?

Why is one,

single person

able to change

who

I

am?