Held my breath for too long...

That itching, nagging, longing, worried feeling

I thought I knew it well

Until I felt its clench on my heart strings yet again

The thought of her



I am writing poetry

I am pacing my apartment

I am holding my chest

I am breathing fast

She doesn’t have my number
Yet I wait for her call

I long to see her face

And we’ve only met twice

I long to make her smile
I want to make her swoon
I want her to tell her friends
I want to be the one