Looking at her brings a smile to my lips, a blessing that I don't deserve.
Seeing her laughing make wanting to protect and preserve her more clear to me
She meets my eyes, and I look down, not wanting her to see the longing in my eyes.
She is to be rescued, not attacked.
My mother told me that I will only hurt people that I love.
She will not fall a victim of my love.
She does not deserve my affection, and did earn the pain I will bring to her life.
Ignoring me will make her life easier.
But don't think I ignored how you chose to st next to me on the bus both there and back
Even when 3/4 of the bus was open.
Did that mean something to you too?
Or is it just me,
With my false hope
And my gay-ass heart?
But when you got sick
And was out of school for a month,
Don't think I did not suffer.
Not seeing your laughing eyes and your childlike smile in the halls.
On the bus,
Did you turn the conversation to sexuality on purpose,
Or was it something just to talk about?
We were at a GSA field trip.
I just need to know.
Do I light your fire?
Or will I just put yours out, like I do to anyone I try to love?
I'm not ready to make this sacrifice.
And you may already know.
After I stop typing,
Just
Listen.
Your heart will beat along with every syllable, a metronome I dream of falling asleep to.
YOU ARE READING
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