Infatuation

A gust of unseemly time throws off my balance
as the perfect figure of you personality licks at the robes of others.
Colors of hopeful black and smudged grey drape you shoulders,
And your name resound in my head like a broken record player.
Your stallion brown eyes take in and process all thoughts as they wander 215.
You astound me, Laura.

Broken Records

I try to tell you ‘I love you’
Yet my words are swallowed up by the strum of my heart,
And the violent blush which consumes my face.
My words stream along, falling and tripping over themselves as old record player
halts itself.
And here I stand.
My body draped with petals of tears and shame-filled expressions.
Back peddling so fast that I am consumed by another complication.
You catch on too quickly as I begin to back away.
I hate you, hate you, hate you, love you.
Salt and iron fill my senses as my teeth tug at my lips.
My eyes lower themselves to face feet.
Nails dig into the palms of my hands as you caress my face.
I push you away.
The simple words ‘I love you’ doesn’t seem to cut it.