The debilitating voice in my ears,
loud and numbing, he goes on and on.
I slide on my desk with a vacant stare,
my interest and attention long gone.
I glance around the room for my muse,
there’s a small smile on my face.
He runs his hand through his hair,
and my thoughts race.
When you stare at an arm long enough, and it hits you when
you realize what you’ve been reduced to,
Somewhere between a crush and an obsession,
it was a thin line to toe.
Just then he turns around,
you begin to palpitate when he looks at you
In the middle of the loud classroom,
it was like our little rendezvous.