My eyes cannot stop looking at her,
My mind cannot stop admiring her from afar.
Every course we have in common,
becomes my new obsession.
Every moment we glance at each other,
becomes my favorite topic for the rest of my illuminated day.
Every time my eyes connect with hers,
I feel a connection.
Every time I overthink her movements,
I get emotionally nauseated;
by the truth or my delusions.
But how would I know?
She’s just a straight girl..
Every time she laughs with her close ones,
I unconsciously skip a beat.
Every time she looks at me from the corner of her eye,
I unconsciously smile.
Every time she disguises her glances at me,
I unconsciously feel happiness.
Every time I see her soul,
I unconsciously feel a burn in my heart,
A bittersweet, masochistic burn that feels illogical,
Where pleasure and pain intertwine.
The kind of burn where uncertainty takes place,
Where Schrödinger’s cat suddenly becomes a thing.
Where she might reciprocate,
Or I might be delusional.
But how would I know?
She’s just a straight girl..
My mind desires to forget,
But my heart desires to rewrite fate,
A fate where factual biology stands in my way.
The desire for unspoken emotional truths,
wants to materialize.
In a poem where only my thoughts can ever be voiced,
Making them even more prominent in my written words.
Where uncertainty silences my voice,
but not my writings.
Where my inescapable reality holds a single unknown truth.
Where my metaphysical eyes cannot distinguish curiosity, reality, and feelings.
Where my logical mind is not sure,
if I should drown my voice or flatter her with my art.
Where my heart is not sure,
If its feelings and obsession are flattering or disturbing.
But how would I know?
She’s just a straight girl..