I'd like to think of myself as a reserved person.If I know the answer to questions in class, I may not raise my hand to give someone else a chance. When it comes to my emotions, I hide them away for I don't want them to be squashed and have them made fun at.
It's different with you though. I want to lay everything on the table for you and see how you react. Maybe it's because you're different; peculiar even. The temptation to keep things in can be a struggle at times.
The temptation to run my hands through your blonde hair is hard, so I take my phone out to distract myself from acting. I want to stroke your chiseled jawline, feeling the stubble under my fingers and look into your bright blue eyes.
What will I see there? My emotions returned back or a spark of something else? My temptation to ask is strong; but I won't say anything.
I want to annoy you, text you all the time and sit beside you in classes. I should be sleeping or paying attention in class but I just want to get to know you better that everything else just kind of fades out.
It's just us. You and I. Me and you.
You may never know though, I may take a chance on my temptations. See how things go and move from there.
But who am I kidding? I'm a reserved person after all.
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Solitude
PoetryJust writings I've done during late nights about aspects in my life and world issues, topped with some short stories.