TALKING TO A GIRL

Talking to a girl is like fidgeting with a key into a door that doesn’t open. I’m working out with both my hands, twisting, spinning the key around but the lock would hold still like an immune system resisting medicine. A key and a door lock might be two worlds apart, walking in the unfound halls, longing to find the perfect one like Prince Charming finding her princess with a shoe. Advertising a lost shoe, just for a foot in a world of all creatures out there. I’m struggling to keep it normal, deciding beyond my thought process jumping on being more sway or formal. I’m formulating essays in my mind, how a conversation would start. It’s a struggle battling trembling arms and sweating palms, an overweight tongue with saliva flowing out of my mouth. I was tired of the thought of making impressions, for all this time, she wanted a word from me, but my body drained from each cell and vein, in every muscle to my brain so I looked sideways and saw a hallway for track. I had no choice, and nothing held me back, my legs accelerated, ready to go with full speed reminding me of darkness in a movie. Just a glance might create drama in my body caused one rocket to blast off. I can’t believe that was the first time, I look to the mirror and see shadows that shook in the dark, I lost the words that comfort, and laid them on the ground I stood I misused the batteries of my brain, which lost control of the thought and regretted what a bum I could become. Reflecting on a moment which would uplift a cloud to the sky or bring down thunder. It wouldn’t be easy to picture such beauty in her face melting down on my craziness. I could have seen rage clicking her mind saying what kind of lad is this! Her system was locked, so many times then, I was shocked by fear It's like swimming across a pool of blood, shedding my body until I’m boneless. It was a dream of restlessness, drowning from the mattress to the wood of my bed and leaving the sheets flooded with tears.