• I stand here.
    Here in this place, this room.
    Here beside my classmates, my friends is where I stand.
    In front of me is him. Him as in the one, the only one for me.
    The guy I make myself love is in front of me and where i do stand.
    Our eyes meet.
    I try to remove them from his, but they do not wish to look away.
    His eyes and mine are glued.
    There unable to blink, to run around.
    Our eyes are trapped, even though no one has made this happen.
    I wish to remove them. To remove my eyes.
    But no. I musn't he is perfect, too perfect.
    He is so perfect that I feel i must stay with him.
    If he is so perfect why do I doubt being with him?
    Maybe because he is too perfect.
    He could just be perfect for some other.
    Yes, that is it he is not right for me, not right at all.
    So as I stand here with him, alone with him.
    I feel lost and broken inside.
    With him I am for a lifetime maybe.