I don't want to have these thoughts- they make me sad.
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They remind me of what I'll probably never have.
But it's a topic constantly on my mind.
Every thought in my head fights to lead, one way or another, to the object of my affection and constant attention.
I fight back, forcing serenity and order back into the connections and my mind calms.
Calm
Now I'm scheduled to enter the vicinity. There is no welcome. No smiles.
I make my move. Smiles. Banter. I gaze and my gaze is welcomed and returned. I can look but I can't touch.
Time ruins everything and the parting is not addressed. Compliment on today's dress.
Always so beautiful.
Repeat
This time, comparing thumbs, our hands brush.
Flutter
Flutter
Flutter
Blue blue eyes.
I love blue eyes.
My humor is received but it feels stupid. Laughter all the same.
I tell myself it's all a waste of time. It's all a waste of time.
Or is it? More contact. Hands, feet, legs. What does this all mean?
Subtly, and I don't think I can detect the message.
What is the message? It hurts to think about it.
It hurts not to.
1 comment:
Blonde hair... Blue eyes... Pale...
Nearly every crush...
Why does it have to mean anything?
"I can look, but I can't touch."
I can look, but I can't see.
Looks at me, but doesn't see me.
Touch a shell--a shadow of what we pretend to have on the inside.
Calm.
Too calm.
Beautiful lies.
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