July 12, 2011
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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
can’t win.
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
can’t control.
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.
I ponder
who might send me a message, and if it will be you.
I ponder
what might happen the next day.
I ponder
when I will have enough courage to ask you what’s been on my mind.
I ponder
why you haven’t asked me yet, or if that’s just because we haven’t been alone.
I ponder
where I’ll first get to feel your soft lips press against mine.
I ponder
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.

Can I?

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Katie.H.D said...
Jul. 16, 2011 at 3:37 pm
GREAT poem, lovely choice of words.
The imagery is amazing; I can picture it as if I'm sitting right there with you.
You've an amazing talent, keep writing. (:
kk10TM said...
Jul. 15, 2011 at 2:00 pm
Very well written! My favorite line was "my stomach can’t help but dance with butterflies." This is one of the better poems I've read on here! =] 
silent_reader said...
Jul. 15, 2011 at 1:12 pm
great poem! it was really well written
dancer11srubin said...
Jul. 15, 2011 at 3:10 am
this poem is gorgeous. the ending is my favorite part.
jaygonz said...
Jul. 14, 2011 at 4:55 pm
omg i loved this, the ending especially because you did exactly that <3 i loved it, its unique. btw, if you can help, can you check my new poem @Free Me from Myself"? i need an opinion :) 
WritingGirlKyla14 said...
Jul. 14, 2011 at 10:58 am

So sad but really beautiful. I love it. I like the ending how you wanna write a poem about your sanctuary so that you won't write about the person but you kinda do anyway.

So cool.

The spacing is cool too.

~K   : )

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