I used to see you
Hardly ever
Almost never
Once a day
For half a second.
Those little moments
Snippets in time
Were the
highlights
Of my days.
You
were the highlights
of my days.
Then summer came
And you disappeared
Though not
from my mind.
I saw you that one
time.
It felt quite surreal.
I had forgotten the true
beauty
Of your features.
You could say
I'd been numbed
by your absence.
And it was two months
till I saw you again.
Sitting
across
from you
In that circle
I couldn't stop
bouncing;
you had me
on edge.
Like always.
And then
the next
day
I found you
sitting
by my side
In silence.
I made a
fool
of myself.
I'm sure you
noticed.
Dropping my
things.
Everywhere.
Not once
even once
looking you
In the eye.
I guess now you
Know
the fool I
really am.
The fool
you make me
Become.
One hour later,
I discovered
I had to
exist
In your presence
for yet another hour.
You'd be
assisting
my class.
How am I
expected
to get through this?
They can't
possibly
expect me
To get through this.
though i guess
they cant expect me
to have to.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
