let's start from the beginning of october, where my heart began to flutter.
my legs were crossed
pencil in pale hand
pearly whites against pink lips
a silent classroom,
nothing else.
lashes shielding oak orbs
hair swept from my face
and my vision
shaking violently
as i sat in impatience.
unintentionally
my gaze locked with yours
and we stared at one another
for what felt wasn't timed
but our eyes moved away
for the remainder of
the day.
that short moment
had made my eyes
brighten
brighten for the first time
in months
i knew right away i needed you
i'm sure you did too.
the way you had
eyed me
gave it away.
the seventh of october
was then the best day of october
but then the seventh
soon became a bore.
YOU ARE READING
poison; an entry of thoughts
Poetryi have a situation. whereas a boy i threw my heart at tossed it back to me, and has haunted me since. i constantly have thoughts of this boy- a serpent who slithers his way into my mind. here are my thoughts, my anger, my pain, written as art.
