Dazed And Confused Poem by Chelsea DeVries

Dazed and Confused

Everytime my lips part,
no words are uttered from them,
I seem to be in complete flabbergast
at how much time God
Spent on Her.

I see him,
darting his eyes up and down me,
searching for the bullseye.
He has no idea that I feel the same way,
when his pupils meet mine...
or does he?

I feel like I’m a circle
in a pattern of squares and triangles.
She makes me feel like I don’t belong,
but she reevaluates and I am
the only one that fits in with her,
the other odd-circle out.

He feels nervous around me,
I can tell. Why be shy?
I think. Tell me that you feel like I do.
Two halves, searching for the put-together
Whole.