Your eyes caught mine, across the classroom,
funny how that happens.
You were taken, so was I,
yet we'd sit in that corridor laughing.
I'd count the times you stared at me,
when your mouth curved with a smile.
But i told my friends we felt nothing,
and they laughed at our denial.
Under white sheets, drunken truth.
As it often happens.
I had left my other, yet yours
who later learnt of this night
was still in the picture.
For days, weeks even we dithered,
unsure of where this was leading.
At least until you went to see her,
to tell her you were leaving.
In my mind when you returned,
I could hold you in my arms, but you
filled with guilt
weren't prepared for your own heart.
She, you broke, or so she said,
played with you for a while,
dangling you on a little string
treating you with vile
intent and acting like a child.
Eventually when you tore away
and realised her plans,
you sat with me head on my lap
and holding onto my hand.
It must have been a week or two,
before awkwardly we sat, in the corridor
where we used to laugh,
outside our physics class.
Without eloqence you asked,
keeping your eyes with mine
If i would be yours, although it was hard
to understand you, because of your
way with words. [Lack of]
From then on, for a year at least
the sun shone on rainy days,
as long as you were here with me
and nothing got in our way.
A happy ending preferable,
though usually not the case.
I became ill,
stayed inside, we barely saw each other
and when we did i'd hide,
we stopped sharing thoughts,
and going outdoors.
panic attacks aren't nice.
Things started to fall apart,
almost like when you're falling
and you know you are, but preventing it
is excedingly hard.
Everytime we sat in my room
tears would shine in your eyes,
asking me how it got to this,
and pushing to keep on trying.
Nerves a wreck, following that
my mother left and that was too
much for my mind, i cried the tears
that just don't stop
even when you don't have the energy to cry.
From that, everything dissolved,
was left and unresolved,
our hearts both broken
and hard to mend, and our problem
hard to solve.
Those big brown eyes, that met with mine
in our physics class, will always hold a place with me
when i think of our corridor, where we used to laugh.
A happy ending preferable,
sadly, not the case.
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