Morning Glory

I don’t think you understand what a pain it’s been,

but maybe you’re feeling the same.

I wish I could tell you how ravenous my heart is

every time you look at me.

I can feel it rumbling and groaning

when our eyes meet.

I really thought you hated me

because of the way your eyes looked me up and down.

I then realized you did not

for you were looking too deep, for too long

I can’t tell if I want you for myself

or just want to go along for the fun.

I remember how my morning glories first grew.

They were small and curious.

I wouldn’t believe that they would grow uncontrollably,

entangling everything with its vines.

I think you have become the morning glory of my mind

you have ensnared many of my thoughts

I have found this frustrating for some time

as I remember the curve of your face and the intensity of your eyes.

You know this won’t last.

Just like the morning glories, these feelings will wither.

Your bright, inconsistent flowers will die in my mind.

And I will be sad when they do.

Although you make me irritated and confused,

I will regret complaining after it’s gone.

You will stay in my mind for a while longer

because I can not handle the remorse.