The Boy I Wish To Forget

His smile sends fleas crawling underneath my skin and through my veins.
His wave hits me like a slap across the face.
His, "How are you?" acts like a vacuum designed to drain me of my happiness.
I've tried to tell him how uncomfortable his actions make me.
I've tried to tell him how the sight of him spikes my anxiety.
How I cringe and turn away if he walks near me.
But in doing so I have only accomplished the feat of making his smile that much brighter, his question that much louder, and his wave that much more forceful.
He thinks he's helping me, but really he's not.
...He won't stop.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Ajmal Avatar
February 24, 2018 at 2:05 PM
You have a really nice talent of writing and your every poem is reslly beautiful, just if you become a little bit social here, you ll have more comments on your poem, coming to thiw, it do happen when people think that they are helping you but instead it makes you feel more uncomfortable and you can t even scold them because their intentions are clear, what s best, either avoid them or to politely tell them that their actions arent helping
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