School girl Crush

Every piece is timed with
perfect precision.
Each fault multiplied,
hoping for chance encounter.
When He talks
He holds her eyes—the detail better than her dreams—whilst she romanticises
passion and love—BP rising—
affirmation and security—seeps from inside.
Just the usual,
the school girl crush.

What a silly little girl
with such a stupid school girl crush;
each tiny little touch
send electric and butterflies
racing to and through her heart.
the feeling of nothing,
the madness of love.

The way teacher moves
strength, knowledge, and yes,
perfection
mesmerise her, adoration
exceeds her self; she’s falling
harder than ever.
whisper the word—
turns to obsession, compulsion.

Before the girl can begin
Hot wires of stricture, barriers
Strike and knock against
the school girl; the school girl crush.
The boundary cuts into her wrists;
the flowing blood releases ache and longing,
but tells her she is defeated.

It’s every time she utters ‘sir?’
or asks a simple question—
the wall knocks again.
She is struck by him every lesson,
More so by the week
and a long time after results.
The younger boys will never catch her eyes
never again.
She wants His maturity, His experience.
Lines are in her way.
So there it is
the school girl crushed.