I've been caught swimming in her eyes again.
Holding my heart so it doesn't break in her presence.
I've been known to have to steady my breathing at her smile,
as my own returns with red cheeks.

As the subject of my never ending sentences,
she calls upon pauses that should not be there.
As my friend, she shares.
Her heart cannot mention my name.
While my heart can only scream hers.

I've been seen caressing her skin with my gaze.
Memorizing her shape.
I've dreamt of how her lips round her words.
As I replace friendship with love.

My heart hangs heavy when I hear her voice.
My pulse races with her scent.
As she walks past, him on her arm.

Unlike any of the others, she kills me and keeps me alive...

Very irregular me thinks. A product of watching the girl I love dearly and her life...

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