Monday, September 01, 2008

Tertiary Crush

You came in
that bright painful morning
Walked with a dirty swagger- you
swaggered into the class room

Smelled of clean, crisp, fresh,
sweet, mint and caffein
I swore I could taste the tea in the cuppa
you brought in with you
on that bright torturous morning

Thanks to these abuse of senses
My sleepy head exploded into countless stars
A mini version of a supernova

Every inch of me bursts into life
A mini version of a resurrection

And my heart soaked and absorbed into giant proportions that I fear
It would popped,
leaving me dead
A mini version of love.

I was a classic happy meal of every feelings
on that bright hellish morning


I have a crush.