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I've always been so confused.
Confused
and
conflicted.
Always questioning who I am and what I think and what I want and what I am.
But confusion doesn't exist when the girl walks
up
the
stairs.
I don't know her name.
I don't know anything about her.
All I know, is she walks up the stairs and my eyes trail after her, following.
Her hair bounces in ripples.
Her lips twitch into an almost smile.
Her eyes flash briefly of summers.
And she walks up the stairs.
Up and away.

That should have been more confusion for me.haha..but nice

This is a beautiful sentiment. Nicely written!

This poem proves how many secret, strange admirers we all have each day.

I like that she give this character an outlet from his increasingly anxious condition.