Honestly, your presence is disgusting to me.
I can feel the slobbering mass of glitter vomit pinch up my esophagus
Almost every time I see that
Soft, gentle curve of your cheekbones highlighted delicately with blush,
Teeth nipping on a flushed lower lip, tugging slightly
As your eyebrows scrunch in concentration,
Eyes glancing from me, to your paper, then back to me.
It's seriously cringe-worthy to think of how you
Fill up every centimeter of my cranial hole on a daily basis,
And when I think about the way you laugh, or
That nervous and partially exasperated smile you send me during a lesson
When you don't understand what's happening, I get this
Really strange urge to do embarrassing things to you...
Like... ROMANTIC things.
It's odd, and you're really starting to become a nuisance to me.
It's like I've been infected by some inept disease that gives me
Strange, mushy feelings whenever I'm exposed to you directly.
I feel like a little robot bumping into corners and desperately trying
To figure out human emotions and relationships.
So, curse you for making this stone-cold woman feel something so stupid.
I have better things to cringe over.
