Enamored

In my constant state of anxiety ridden gait, I shuffle to class, avoiding eye contact as to not converse, as my own mind is sufficient or inefficient enough. Passing by the same hallway everyday leaves me numb, as did the amount of infatuation that rushed over as we locked eyes, at that moment the only thing I felt were butterflies and bewilderment. It felt as though everything had stopped and before me was this beautiful being. As to why this was happening I wouldn't know, but I breathed in every moment I could and absorbed the feeling you gave, 

 In my chance to reciprocate anything, you smiled, l walked by, and in five seconds flat, it was over,  and I've been under. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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