Monday, November 16, 2009

Unhealthy Obsession

I put your picture on my mirror,

No, really, your picture is on my mirror.

I stare at it for hours at a time some days,

Then, I get the nerve to blush when I realize you’re smiling at me.

I love you.

I love who I think you are.

I love who I want you to be.

You make me feel like a butterfly when you look in my direction.

When you smile at me, my knees buckle.

You are beautiful.

I secretly watch you from the back of the class.

The way you speak to others; with such charisma.

How I yearn to kiss you.

To press my cheek against yours.

I can’t express to you how I feel about you.

It’s unhealthy how much I think about you.

I love you.

I love who you are.

I love who you want to be.

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