Admiring you the way an artist to a piece
Unraveling your every structure
Yes I was watching you
Book held up tightly clenched by
Your smooth caramel hands
Nose twitching to the horrid
Details watch the book in lies
Yes I was watching you
Wondering if you notice me not trying to notice you
Is it obvious when you give my body attention
I leave it unnoticed
You have me in shackles
When I look up to see you smiling at me
Yes I was watching you
Oftentimes I try to study you yet un-researched body
Until the next time you decide to approach me
Yes I was watching you
When you entered the room
My personal song beating in my chest
Waiting..... for you to put the headphones in
Yes I was watching you
My body becomes active when you log onto my eyes
God cursed for the prevailing screens you called humans
From blocking your beauty
Yes I was watching you
Cheeks high risen
Voice soft and warm
Welcoming to my reply
Yes I was watching you
watching my easy red face
thinking what I could possibly say to interest you
to talk to a youngin' like me
Yes I was watching you
Too much time wasted in awkward silence
Wondering what you think of me
Or if I'm thought of at all
Times I wanted to execute a conversation
But felt restricted to what I can have
Yes I was watching you
Watching somebody else
Could never be worked up over someone I never pursued
A book left unopened
How can I get so worked up to someone I talked to
Compared to the number of times on my short stubby fingers
Yes I was watching you
Your mature figure a masterpiece in the making
Pink rose rose-colour lips,
Eyes that cut through me like a knife
Hair silky and colourful like flowers in the springtime
Yes I was watching you
And frankly, how can I deny myself so much pleasure
Based on principle from a book
I could never meet the other to
Your faced fogged out a memory I cannot even imagine
Yes I was watching you
Speak your word you interpret so clearly
And me accepting them so fluently into my vocabulary
You're a four-dimensional person
And I can barely handle the surface
Yes I was watching
Yes, you lived more days in the unremembered adolescent stage
But I've been told I'm more mature
Than the people my age
Yes I was watching you
But I'm ignoring the uptight male
Specimen prolonging my reply for a rather
Sweeter dessert
Yes I was watching you
But can you look beyond the page
To see I am scared to
Dive into the deep
End
Yes I was watching you
But I don't look like my words
YOU ARE READING
Things better left unsaid
PoetryThis is my halfly down poetry On many topics like my life decisions and sexuality