Psycho.
She bounds up and down the hall
just because he was here for five minutes
I can't blame her
in brighter days, I'd do the same
Such a scattered mind.
Her eyes either glow
or look guiltily pensive
- transparent
I know she's thinking about him.
I know she's about to say his name
and it sounds like a song every time.
That melodious tone of being enchanted
by a man
She picks apart every word he's said to her
and every look that screamed nothing
After the high, she'll come down
to that place we all go to when we want to
believe we're wrong
because, after all, why would any of us
deserve the feelings that stir up
when he smiles?
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