my pulse is beating
out of control
pounding, coursing
through my body
untameable
uncontrollable
there is no stopping it
as you lean in close
and my pulse is beatingbeatingbeating
and i don't know what to do
and i'm so confused
and i don't know what is happening
and i go for the hug
and you smile
and hug me back
and then i smile
pulling away
look to my shoes
when i look back up
you're leaning close again
you're eyes are closing
and i don't know what to do
i'm so confused
(like the little blonde i am)
and there's just the beatingbeatingbeating
blood hot on my cheeks
until i feel myself meeting you halfway
and halfway doesn't feel as much like a compromise
but perhaps a gain
except then i leave
and i'm not looking back
and i'm biting my lip
and i never see you again.
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Struggle and Strive
SpiritualPart 3 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series. This is where I put my every random thought that may or may not deserve to be emblazoned on your screen. (In this edition I will probably also post some prose/flashfiction from a blog I'm writing w...