Have you ever gotten that heart pounding,
stomach clenching,
adrenaline pumping rush
from one look? one touch? one smile?
I seriously don't know whether I'm just delusional
and wish it would happen,
or reading the signs wrong.
I mean, I cant decide whether I truly like the guy,
or whether I'm just in lust.
Would I be willing to date him?
Or do I just want his sexy body?
I don't know.
All I know is that
when he said today
that he liked my hair orange better than brown,
I almost said right then and there
that I'd change it back just for him.
Not for my friends (who think it's weird)
not for my teachers,
not even for my freshman buddy who's pissed cuz it's brown.
No, I'd do it just for him
because making him happy makes me happy.
Is it love?
Or is it merely a school girl crush?
For love or lust, it makes no difference;
I cant sort out my feelings either way.
All I know is
that when he smiles at me,
I get butterflies.
When he asks me for goldfish,
I offer him the whole bag,
willing to let myself and my friends go hungry just so he's happy.
I cant get him out of my head.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of him,
and I find myself longing for block days
because i get to spend an hour and a half sitting next to him,
rather than an hour.
My life revolves around third period, a
and when I'm not in that class,
i find myself wishing that I was,
simply to be near him.
Is it love? Or is it lust? Who knows.
stomach clenching,
adrenaline pumping rush
from one look? one touch? one smile?
I seriously don't know whether I'm just delusional
and wish it would happen,
or reading the signs wrong.
I mean, I cant decide whether I truly like the guy,
or whether I'm just in lust.
Would I be willing to date him?
Or do I just want his sexy body?
I don't know.
All I know is that
when he said today
that he liked my hair orange better than brown,
I almost said right then and there
that I'd change it back just for him.
Not for my friends (who think it's weird)
not for my teachers,
not even for my freshman buddy who's pissed cuz it's brown.
No, I'd do it just for him
because making him happy makes me happy.
Is it love?
Or is it merely a school girl crush?
For love or lust, it makes no difference;
I cant sort out my feelings either way.
All I know is
that when he smiles at me,
I get butterflies.
When he asks me for goldfish,
I offer him the whole bag,
willing to let myself and my friends go hungry just so he's happy.
I cant get him out of my head.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of him,
and I find myself longing for block days
because i get to spend an hour and a half sitting next to him,
rather than an hour.
My life revolves around third period, a
and when I'm not in that class,
i find myself wishing that I was,
simply to be near him.
Is it love? Or is it lust? Who knows.
Author notes
i wrote this as a blog on myspace but i think that it works well as a poem too.......... anyway
Written November 11th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- I think I'm in love... I think... I'm confused? by ForNever.x.
400 points, ended December 1, 2005, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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cool beans?
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hmm... im not sure how I feel about making you cry, but its all good, i dont mind if you liked it, so! anyway... thanks for reading this!!
alex -
This poem was amazing i loved reading and feeling this in my heart!
Tears poured...
Good luck in the contest...
xxx
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ok... i kind of believe you... but thanks for the opinion anyway!!
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I guess two things: one, i've been there, and it turned out it was lust, and two, any time a person looks forward to class, its lust
i think you did a super job, so sorry if i'm wrong..just an opinion!
!secret sue -
hmm... im curious what makes you think this is lust... i really have no idea either, but its interesting to hear other peoples opinions
alex -
Well I vote it's lust, but as a high school teenger, i've SO been there!! I mean, it can be some stupid class (for me It's been physics, and once it was even PE) but no matter how much you hate it, you love it cause the cute guy in it. you become a hallway stalker and remember what his cologne smells like. I'm not sure who to blame for this craze, but too many of us teens suffer from it. Mass Hystaria. Props for the myspace reference too. I think I really like it, cause i can relate a million time over. Awesome!
xoxo
Secret sue -
Good poem.
It has that feel that comes from the burn of a tortured mind.
The torture of love.
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I LUV!!! the pic titled 'the one that got away'
It had me quite amused
also I agree... your hair looked great orange
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At least you have the mindset to recognize poetry in everyday scenerios such as thoughts/feelings. I know I have random bits of prose scattered myself
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thanks... i actually wrote this in my head when i was walking from school to my car... and then i finished it when i was at the circle k getting gas... anyway... it was meant to be a blog entry on myspace, but it works as a poem too!
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I couldn't help but grin throughout because its a curse of being human sighs
Sometimes it's best not to question certain things and just enjoy them for what they are as it's always caused by a mixture of things. sighs ahhhhh the L's ( lust included
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~Swt -
Its good. nice job on it.
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