Not to be Cliche

What am I to say?

Not to be cliche,

But my mind raced.

The churning of my

Stomach distracted,

Your dimples, they

Brought me back

I started to jabber,

Talking of things that

Didn't matter, but

You went along, not

Missing a single beat.

Beat...

That's why my cheeks

Turned red, as palpitations

Got blood through

my veins.

You looked down and

Didn't quite catch me as

I sneaked a peek at you,

The way you leaned against

The desk carelessly, your

Cool confidence I adore.

You blinked, dark eyelashes

Meeting your cheeks like

The sea meets the shore.

Everything you do

Inspires me.

Inspires me to write,

Verses upon verses

Of cheesy poems.

Inspires me to paint

The way you make me

Feel. Reds, blues, all of it.

When the bell rang,

I cursed the school

District for its

Unrealistic lunch

Schedule. You

Waved goodbye.

I wanted to grab your

Hand to make you stop,

Explain that I'd rather

Sit in a boring math class

With you, than alone in

My favorite art class

Instead I waved back,

And went along.

All through the day,

I thought of you and

Your unconventional

Way of making me smile.