My feet become large oceanic pools;
I catch my reflection in them
And watch the sides of my mouth,
My rosy cheeks,
My long eyelashes;
My entirety liquify.
The helplessness of it
Makes me feel small.
My speech drifts;
And words fumble
And mumble low-
All structure my knocking knees once knew is a
Jigsaw puzzle;
I rifle through the pieces one by one
Before he says hello;
But I can never seem to find the right words to respond with.
I usually speed off the other direction
When he is near me.
I absolutely cannot carry on a conversation with him.
I may be bold,
But I am not bold enough
For that.
I honor Jim
To the point that
I am absolutely terrified
Of him;
I don't want to destruct our friendship
With my stupidity;
My foolish mouth.
There are only a select
Few people in my life
That
Have ever had
This effect on me.
I absolutely do not know what causes it.
I stand in awe of a person
I don't have the courage to speak more than five words to.
Jim Victor
Is the equivalent of Jim Victor
When we speak
And I am the
Equivalent of
Jello.
Most days
I intentionally go the other direction
Because passing him
Is too much for me to handle.
It is easier when Devon is there...
But not much.
When I do get the courage in my body
To make small talk,
I have to shake it off afterwards;
Go for power walk or something.
I blush just thinking about it.
I wish I could find the remedy to this
Problem
As I'm sure I come off extremely strange or
Incredibly rude;
But
Him holding the door open for me
Results in
Me me losing my equilibrium somewhere
In the swell.
When he compliments me,
I am muted;
Static dances on my arms-
I am magenta
And neon oranges and greens;
And I hear a symphony
But he's just standing there waiting for me to make a sound.
And there is nothing but a quiet awkward
Series of rests
Where the words belong;
And I'm washing away as he's speaking to me-
Down the sidewalk
And out into the street;
And then he's gone...
Before I can say
Anything more
Than
"Hey".
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