You see
it wasn’t like I
couldn’t breathe,
and it wasn’t like I had been
holding my breath.
I was a statue,
waiting when you walked by
and you were a tornado
tearing your way through me.
It was like
suddenly
in that fleeting moment,
life happened.
Some call it red 
Reblogged this on John Looks Out On Life and commented:
hackac will be had
chaos shakes your core belief
reset and rebuild
You have that ability to make simple words stand out in amazing sentences, that paint images so vividly. Its beautiful.
My favourite part: “and you were a tornado, tearing your way through me”.
Just so… just so… perfect in emotion, image, life and poetry!
a lovely poem.
My very first Jr. High ‘crush’ was just like that 🙂
The imagery is perfection.
We looked at each
other as you passed by
But then you did not pass