Ever since we started talking more,
I have changed.
I cannot think clearly,
I cannot pay attention in class.
I cannot sleep at night.
Food no longer interests me.
My thoughts drift to you.
My heart flutters in my rib cage
At the mention of you.
My pulse quickens whenever
I see you.
Oh my funny friend,
Only you can have this wicked affect on me.
A minute away from you
Is a hellish eternity.
Oh what oh have you done to me?

He sat beside me
On a park bench
In the summer.
The sun shined down on us.
Inhaling the fresh  grass cut smell
I fell in love.
His fingers lightly tapped his knee,
Playing a song on the piano
That only he could hear.
He moved down the keys and
Played the keys on my knee.
I finally heard his song
And it was beautiful.
The notes swirled around us
And enveloped us.
Everyday he played our wonderful beautiful song
On that bench.
His fingers were like a ghost on my knee
Almost as if he was afraid to break the keys.
Autumn came and the song changed.
It went from soaring and joyful
To crashing and sorrowful.
He left.
Day after day I went to our bench
Waiting for him to appear.
With his ice blue eyes that pierced me.
His black hair getting in his eyes
And that breathtakingly beautiful smile
That he smiled when he was truly happy.
His scent. That intoxicating,
Heady blend of coffee
And cigarettes.
His paint spattered shoes and jeans
Will never be next to me again.
Our song is forever in my heart
And the boy who I knew for a summer
Will always be with me
In my wonderful memories
Of piano filled days.