Inappropriate thoughts,
You pop in and out to say... hello
Is it hello? Or “hello”?
I try to stay mellow, but
Your hello sounds encrypted
Almost scripted—maybe mystic.
Maybe it’s all innocent,
I overthink... thoughts that shouldn’t
Be lingering; vigilant.
I can’t be making this up,
Why would I?
Fill the cup, with trapped energy.
It’s as if you have x-ray vision,
To envision, what you shouldn’t.
Go somewhere, anywhere, but here.
I don’t want to think about,
What you might be thinking,
Speaking, dreaming, seeking.
Don’t make me feel this feeling.
My body tense every time, why?
It’s your words, your eyes, they are disguised.
Do others feel it or just me?
I can’t breathe, I must leave.
About the Creator
Jessica Santiago
I am a mother to a beautiful baby girl named Kiomi. I am active duty military with a love for writing and art.
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