Sometimes I feel like a tea bag

When I look at him

I feel myself absorbing all of his


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