I Hate Falling

[scifikdg]

I've started writing poetry again. faulty, at best:

It’s taking all I got
to keep my hands off of him.
He wonders why I fidget
I wonder why my heart skips.
I’ve got so much nervous energy
that I can’t stop moving now.
I really wish the feelings would end
but I enjoy it too much.

His presence is like a shot of espresso
a glance in his eyes and my heart races
My bones vibrate with unfulfilled nothings.
They are so full of intensity
we don’t have to rub out feet
on the carpet to shock each other

head rush intoxicate tension

I’m not fucking Sleeping Beauty here
I’m quite awake and alert actually.
Rub my hand against the concrete
just to feel something.
It sucks to be caught
between being objectified and ignored.

The potential is infinite,
only because the actuality is absolute zero.
I don’t want to be frozen
I just want to survive.
How do I learn to love my neighbor when
I am infatuated with him?
He pays such close attention that I can’t
answer the questions that he asks of me.
How can I fall so hard and still get back up?
This frustration is driving me crazy

I’m affixed by frustration
if you add a decade to 16 does it make it sweeter?
Because I’m feeling a bit bitter.

LKR 12/15/8