Cursed

By B.C.

Written 5-27-07

The sweet glances

The slow dances

The remembered kisses

The lasting memories

Why can’t I forget

I really want to

At least I think I do

Why is it him

Who haunts me so

Invading my thoughts

And penetrating my soul

Always there every time

I want to seriously think

This has to be the dumbest thing

I’ve ever written in ink

But I know no other way

To get rid of his face

And yet

In time it will return

I see him in everything

Movies, Music, Manga

And that’s just a few

The list goes on and on

It’s like a curse

Oh but it gets worse

A stolen shirt

An even larger flirt

That kind smile

And wavy black hair

His punk look

And Kanji love studded ear

The black shirts

And Hot Topic trousers

His brilliant but devious mind

That child like wonder

I can’t deny

In my head

There he is

It’s like a curse

And it gets worse

I find my self wishing

I was with him even now

In his firm and caring arms

Having a gentle kiss on my forehead

From his soft tender lips

Just like he used to do

This stupid boy

A bad joke

A lame hoax

Can’t it just stop

And let me wake up

And hand over my heart

But yet again

I just want to be with him

Yet I’m on this bus

Getting further and farther away

I find myself wondering

What he’s doing today

Cause I just want to be near him

Won’t he just leave me alone

It’s like a curse

And it’s still getting worse

This man

No that boy

His queorky grin

Those fiendish dark eyes

That big jerk

The major flirt

This mad girl’s pen

Still writes on

Holding on to things

She finds she can’t live without

Why me I ask myself

Why him

Is it destiny

Or divine intervention

To blame for why

I can’t live without

Thinking of what we had

Or of him for even a second

No neither of those

It’s a curse

A curse of the worse

I don’t like him

I hate the way he pokes me

For fun in my side

The way he can make me laugh

When I say I won’t

The way he gets to me

Like no one else can

The way he looks at me

Like he sees nothing else

The way he lets me win

Even when I know I won’t

The way he never lets me

Ever be upset or unhappy or even angry

The way he sneaks up from behind

And makes me jump like his little bunny

I don’t like him

I won’t

It’s a curse

Can it get worse

I’m never alone

He’s always there in my mind

I can’t shake the thought (of him)

Even when he’s not here

The way he ran

His fingers through my hair

That night we danced

Toe to toe

Like we were all alone

That night of the band banquet

On our first date

I can’t just forget

The way he always

Made my day better

Why him

Why me

That Jewish trumpet boy

With eyes for me

I long to kiss you

Like I never got to

I can’t imagine

A better curse

I really hope

This sickness spell of mine

Get worse.