I head into the student center.
Here it is my place of flourishing.
New and old friends around every corner.
My home away from home.I walk around past the bean bags.
Straight through to the pool area.
I see him and I think I'll go talk to him for once on my own.
Hello there. . .I babble on about the things I am passionate about.
To all those who are around.
I look to him to see what he thinks.
I'm not quite sure, what he sees.I then get awkward and very embarrassed.
Then I decide I should part ways.
I feel my welcome has been overstayed.
I end with an awkward "you should hit me up on the snaps"To my surprise he agrees and we exchange that info.
I feel like excited, I finally stepped outta my comfort zone.
He says we will talk soon.
I head out and start my way to a well deserved fall break.
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Him. . .
PoetryThe story of him. . . The one I let in. A collections of feelings of pain,anger, and sadness. A series of thoughts, caution these are not for the faint of heart. I share with you the experience because I have to get it out. I can't keep holding it i...