Does he know
that every sight of him makes my stomach
soar up into my throat?
Does he think
when he sees me
that every perspective of him is
pure bliss?
Does he understand
that I brandish my oddities
only as protection from
his stare
studying my integral calculus
the dimensions of my heart?
He can't know
that I am afraid when he does this-
Because to lose him
would be to lose everything.
I feel the pressure
It's coming down on me
it's turning me black and blue (Ooh, whoa)
You left me
on the side of the road
and now I've got no place to go
You brought The Flood
I had to write something using four random words (picked by opening a dictionary and the first word I saw was what I used). My four words were:
Integral Calculus
Perspective
Brandish
Soar
Yes, this was sorta is based on someone, but I'm not naming that someone because...well, that would be awkward for me if he found out. Needless to say, this poem really really is more passionate and emotional than what I really feel....usually. Ahem, but anyway, I hope you thought it was cute.
