Him

I smile
when I think of his gentle face
My heart skips beats
when I recall his tender voice
His name
His smile
What has become of me?
I hang on every word he said
I sketch his smile
I smile at the thought of him.
I feel the happiness in his laughter.

I’m taking a wrong turn,
By choosing the right person.
He is right
My choice is wrong.

Irrational
Hopeless
Obsession
Magnifying
the current.

Condemn.

My heart belongs to me
My mind
Oh, my hope
My mind is
playing with the thought
that he is giving up
his heart
…and give it to me.

QN 05.27.2012

Ok so I’m a selfish bitch but it’s a nice poem for…at the moment.

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