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jan 10, 2018 | 1:06 am

blue.
i wish you would call me.
i wish you could care.
you have others.
i am no one.
who am i to you?
lonely, shy?
pink little shy girl,
in the back of the class.
whispering to no one.
music in my ears.
galaxies in my mind.
you come near at night.
the bus stop is something we share.
light pole,
where we first and last engaged face to face.
you.
blue body, blue heart, blue clothes.
breathless you left me when you first touched me.
my shoulder, my hand,
my embrace is what you took last
in person, physically.
my heart you took, emotionally.
you took me into your contacts.
digits. i could not believe.
wonderful feeling to care for you.
but longing for your call, text, contact of any form.
i despise that feeling.
i want to forget our first look at each other,
first touch, first conversation, everything,
you. blue.
blue boy,
boy that i dream.
whom with me, will never be.

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