This poem was written about a guy friend of mine whom I've had a crush on for months. Every time we talk it's almost like he's taunting me, as if he knows I want him and likes knowing that I can never have him.
Lately I've tried telling myself that I'm over him, that I should move on to more realistic things. But every time I say that, I'm given another reason to rekindle my desires for him - the way he might look at me, or laugh with me, or smile at me in his peculiar way. It's eerie sometimes, and I know that it's just me seeing things I want to see. But maybe it isn't.
Whatever it is, it keeps me dreaming, and sometimes my dreams are all I've got.
This poem originally was published in Love Poems - Teenage Love Poems
What It Is You Do To Me
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There you sit smiling And it's you I watch wanting But you don't even know What it is you do to me So I keep on watching and wanting as I bleed Every time I look at you Every time I talk to you Every time I smell you My heart continues melting And I am forever dreaming Whenever you pass me by Whenever you catch my eye I feel like I want to cry Because of what it is you do to me Your eyes gleaming And your lips pleading And your hands exploring While my heart remains bleeding Every time you look at me I wonder what it is you see Every time you talk to me And I hear that beautiful voice My knees get weak My stomach flutters My chest collapses My neck hairs tingle And I stop breathing Just in that moment in time When you do what it is you do to me As I sit here yearning I imagine you sleeping And I want to hold you endlessly Forever in my arms for eternity I'll continue dreaming As long as you are living breathing being |
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