Shaking hands
nerves twisted in a loop
busy fingers
bouncing toes
drumming hands
itchy arms
sweaty palms
chewed pens
stuttered words
counting to 100 by 3's
counting
ceiling tiles
chapped lips
where's my chapstick?
looking at the desk
waiting for the bell to ring
the second hand ticks slower and slower
anticipation
drumming hands
bouncing toes
i will walk in the hallway
past the sea of people
then
i will see you in my next class
you will sit next to me
and i will not be able to speak
or look at you
because i love you in the worst way
meaning
i don't love you at all
