What is it about you?
I cannot explain
why I find myself
driven to stop
and take special
notice of you.
When the bus arrives,
I stand there
waiting,
watching,
looking for that first
glimpse of you.
In between classes,
I linger at my
locker,
and have been late,
hoping to catch a
glance from you;
What is it about me?
I have a girlfriend,
yet, when she’s
with me, I cannot
keep my mind
off of you.
Christ, you’re a guy!
What the fuck?
Am I losing it,
or just now
finding it ~
my true identity?
What is it about you?
I want you so badly,
and in a way
that I fear I may
never be able
to have you.
You’re such a rush!
~gj duerrschmidt
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