Sometimes I feel like a tea bag
When I look at him
I feel myself absorbing all of his
Attractiveness
I feel myself lost in the simple,
Little movements he makes
I look around the classroom to make
Sure I’m not being caught,
Strangely observing this boy
I find myself wondering why he gets
A bit irritated sometimes
Or a bit upset…
The way he slams his bag on the floor
The way he unzips it aggressively
To get out his Maths book
Or maybe I just don’t know him well enough
To interpret his body language well
Maybe he is nervous
Not mad
Maybe he is sad
Not angry
But I still observe him
Slowly absorbing his attractiveness
Like a tea bag