Poetry

teacher crush poem #1

i am fully aware that any blossoming in our relationship is strictly forbidden by both your career and more importantly the law,

but that does not stop me from wondering how it feels to lay beside you, wrapped up in your preferred number of blankets as I am pressed into the crook of your neck with us slowly falling asleep,

or how the sun’s golden rays shine in your eyes and awakens you, groaning in frustration at the day that awaits you,

or how frustrated you can get when you realise that your favorite shirt is still in the wash and cannot be worn for your awaiting day at work, having to wear whichever shirt is your second favorable,

or how the corners of your lips quirk up when your favourite co-worker greets you, giving them your charismatic grin before greeting them back,

or how you stand in your classroom, hands folded across your chest, a stern expression imminent on your face as your students never take your scoldings seriously as they continue on chattering about and ignoring you completely, before you snap and lecture them once more about their behavior,

or how passionate you can get when you’re teaching or even talking about something you’re incredibly interested in,

or how annoyed you get when someone insults said interest and begin to explain everything you admire about your passion,

or if you prefer a cold or a hot shower after a long day at school, the water droplets making their way down your body and helping you release any stress you were feeling,

or how you sit on your couch, drinking any preferred beverage of yours as you check and reply to your emails from the laptop situated on your lap, before the sound of the door unlocking catches your attention,

what breaks me the most is that after all this, the woman that comes through that door gives you so much joy and love that no one else in this world can ever grant you, and anything i do will never compare to her or ever even catch your attention..

because we are twenty years apart.