Distractions
He’s always there.
They’re not even
doing anything,
yet it’s better than
the homework she should be doing.
I mean really, she
could be studying, sleeping, eating, running,
or a number of other
things,
but when he’s around,
none of that seems
important.
There’s always something better to do with him
there.
Why be productive
when nothing sounds more appealing
than spending an
entire day in your pajamas and watching Netflix.
Maybe take an
afternoon siesta, just to feel his arms around her.
There doesn’t have to
be a schedule,
and that’s what draws
her to him.
He’s so easygoing and
carefree.
Ambitions to become
some big shot lawyer,
yet he gets away with
just sitting there,
brushing that bronze
hair back in that chilled way she loves.
He can make her melt
just by existing.
There he goes again,
biting his lip as he ponders some important philosophical question,
he’s got to be doing
that on purpose, right?
Honestly, he’s too
perfect for words.
Just as she’s
reaching out to brush his hair away from his beautiful hazel eyes,
he dissolves before
her eyes and she wakes up.
Bummer.
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