By: Shelbi Henny

taunting me 
as I fight the urge to run
and the auxiliary of my curiosity 
folding into my actions
that prolong 
the anguish
seeing the yearning in your eyes
yet there are never words involved
makes me wonder if the crush is mutual
wanting the realest thing from normal
even though I know I can't be
picking up the phone to say I miss you 
just doesn't seem like me
further more I wish that we could read minds
so that everything could be explained
we could grow close 
or go our separate ways
but that would just be to easy
the thrill dividing its electricity
seems hard to lose your spark
when colliding into me