He walks into the classroom,
looking perfect as usual,
A smile consumes my face,
And the muscles in my cheek begin to tighten,
This boy does not pull at my heartstrings,
He rips them apart,
He tells me he missed me,
And i believe him,
His hair black hair falls in my face,
As i welcome his scent,
His arms hold me tight,
Nothing moves when he is near,
The world stops cold,
Nothing matters,
Other than him.
But there is tension in the air,
There is sweat on his palms,
He doesn't want to leave,
And is scared to move on,
Just like i am,
Imagining a life without him,
But i have no choice,
Then to just let him go,
As is sit and count the days,
Before he is gone.