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Thoughts tangled, I
can’t think straight.
My lungs aren’t co-operating and I
can’t breathe right.
Caught in the midst of overwhelming emotion, I
My mind is wrapped around visions of you, and my stomach
can’t help but dance with butterflies.
The dreams I dream of you
can’t be compared to the real you.
I step out my window to calm my heart and stomach from something I
I breathe deeply, savoring the cold, sweet air that you
can’t find indoors.
Once I lay out my towel, I myself lie down, enjoying a view that a computer screen
can’t quite reproduce.
I stare at the sky, watching the stars in the brisk air that you
can’t fully enjoy without a cozy sweatshirt.
I sing love songs, something I
can’t do anywhere else because I fear I don’t sing well.
Then, I sit.
I sit, and I ponder.
who might send me a message, and if it will be you.
what might happen the next day.
when I will have enough courage to ask you what’s been on my mind.
why you haven’t asked me yet, or if that’s just because we haven’t been alone.
where I’ll first get to feel your soft lips press against mine.
how exactly I plan on approaching you when I do manage to garner my courage.
And as I ponder,
my mind slowly unclouds.
My stresses begin to alleviate.
My heartbeat slows.
My mind clears.
My body begins to feel cold.
Retreating back through the window, I feel refreshed, invigorated. But still, I
can’t help but wonder what you’re up to.
Yearning to write another poem, I
can’t write about you, out of fear you’ll think I’m mental.
I decide to instead write about my sanctuary – my roof. If I write about that, I
can’t end up accidentally writing about you instead.