You Brushed Past Me by Odyssey Fields

Is it bad that when I hear your name goosebumps rise all over my body? The hair on my arms stand up and my heart begins to beat to the sound of Congo drums.

Is it bad that when your name comes over my screen I just stare at the phone hesitant to answer? Should I respond? Should I answer? How should I even react?

Is it bad that I think about your smile and the way your perfect white teeth display your inner light?

I think about the way you look at me when I’m laughing... the way you touch me and stare me...The smile you give me when your excited about something.

Is it bad that you can’t be there for me the way you think? Is it bad that I want to be a woman for you? That I want to show you what I bring to the table, the way I can make your world glitter and glow in the utmost way?

Is it bad ? Let me know! I can take it. I have skin thicker than honey.

Thicker than you possibly know.

Each time I get that feeling of falling in love, something comes and gently places me back on my feet. It holds me up so straight, so that I may never fall again. My feet are sealed into the ground and 4 lock bolts are strapped over them.

I’m sure at this point I’ll never fall again.

Then you came walking by. You glided across the concrete toward me and I never saw you coming because my head was dropped low. My glass crown was slipping off my head, but then you came by.

You brushed passed me and an unusual wind blew through my body. It started from my lower back and went fine up my spine to my neck. I was suddenly looking up again, but you were ten steps ahead.

You brushed past me again, this time you were closer. This time I could smell your cologne and soap.

You brushed past me again, but this time you stopped. You stopped and looked me in the eyes. My heart began to slow down. It’s beat echoing in my ears.

You raised your soft hand and grasped my cheek. The wind in my spine stopped blowing and the bolts on my feet were off but I was still under gro

und.

Is that bad ?