March 22, 2011
Blushing, I glance down
trying to fight that smile
overcoming my face
resisting my efforts
to stop it.

Biting my lip
wanting you to notice
hoping that you don’t
confusing what I want
with you.

Laughing at your jokes
wondering if I’m too
overbearing with attention
praying that I’m not
like that.

Missing you when you’re gone
counting the minutes
waiting not-so-patiently
frustrating myself

Avoiding getting attached
realizing it’s no use
giving up self-control
feeding off of
raw emotion.

Smiling, I look up
looking in your eyes
staring back at mine
finding myself feeling
comfortable again.

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BriarRose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 23, 2011 at 3:00 pm

i know the feeling; no matter what you do, there is always that one person you are a hundred percent comfortable around and you end up falling for.


This is very expressive and i sincerely like your poem

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