Fiction · Poetry

Infatuation (8 words in 8 lines collection)

As I look at him, I suddenly knew

He was so close but so far away.

The moths in my stomach I felt through

Stealing a glance at him day by day.

These scary, yet surreal and very humanly delusions

Are feeding up my pathetic, overly-hoping illusions.

Can someone even save me from the depths

Of this feeling I call immature, teenage infatuation?

-fin-

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