The time is now.
A mantra that has run through my mind for the past 48 hours,
Functioning as a confidence builder.
Do not miss your chance at love,
This opportunity may not present itself again.
Determination coursed through my veins,
Keeping me at full attention.
A changed appearance,
Dressed to impress.
Familiar butterflies kicked around inside
As the clock ran down.
At the sound of the bell,
The restrictions separating us lifted.
Heartbeat prevalent in my ears,
Prepared to open a door to a path there is no turning back on.
A glance back reveals a chilling discovery,
My comfort zone so far gone it is no longer visible.
If only my eyes would magnetize to your soft, dark ones.
I would not be noticing the flawless complexion,
The dark curls rounding out sharp features.
Ears unable to focus on your words,
Distracted by the golden rhythm of your voice.
My mouth works independently from my head,
Closely approaching the intended discussion.
Suddenly, the assault of the two concaved spaces on your cheeks,
My kryptonite,
Decimates the plastic self-assurance I'd molded for myself.
My opening for advancement
Evaporates into smoke.
An approach intended to request a raise,
I walk out with a pay cut.
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Lost
PoetryWe all get lost sometimes. Take this journey with me, because we may be lost, but we don't have to do it alone. *Trigger Warning*
