My Poetry, My Life

Think Of You

I do not think of you when I dress myself in the morning.

I do not think of you when I am out with my friends.

I do not think of you when I get lost in my favorite song.

I do not think of you when I travel to new places.

I do not think of you when I settle into bed wishing I had someone to hold.

No.

Instead, I think of you when another boy's skin touches mine.

I feel the same shock go through my body like it was your fingertips brushing

along the plain of my body.

And I always pull away,

Hoping I am not too vulnerable.

Hoping that they can't see through me.

Hoping that they don't know you are on my mind.

I do not think of you when I am exposing myself to the world before I go to

sleep,

forgetting that I left a boy behind because he reminded me too much of you.

No.

I think of you when my pulse quickens at the sight of a boy because then I

know I am falling in love.

And I haven't done that since I fell for you.

-BE