i wear you on my sleeve,
because you are all of my emotions
i’ve told you to leave,
but you just won’t listen.
but i wouldn’t want you to either,
you make me feel alive.
alive in a way that haunts me at night.
when i can’t sleep until i’ve thought of you at least a billion times.
truly, these feelings should not be crawling in my brain.
but they are.
you make me vulnerable,
i can’t even function like a normal human being when you’re around.
it’s out of my control,
my eyes draw circles around your lips and i have to look away because i forget how long i’ve been staring.
you make my mind mush
and that’s okay.
writing is mine and now it is yours.
i always walk swiftly passed your
i can’t stand to be evaluated by those
darting between my face and my body, something tells me you’re not interested in my intellect.
you never speak,
you just watch and then continue with whatever had your attention before i walked swiftly by.
i remember your face,