I want to be the music coming from your headphones.

I wrote this (and the thing beneath this and the thing above this) in high school, found and redrafted them all today. You can tell this one is from high school because no one listens to CD Players anymore.


You are quiet and alone
The way you like it, blocking out the world
Concentrating on your work
and the music coming from your head phones
I watch you quietly, pretending not to look

I Peek out at you
hiding behind my book
I see the outline of your chest against your shirt
your rounded fingertips gently graze the pages of your text

Your touch seems delicate but powerful
I can feel your pulse rising through the air --
thick and electric;
You don't even know that I am here

Or maybe you do
It's so hard to tell with you
perfectly alone and comfortable with yourself
resisting the distractions of everyone else

Text books and CD player
the only things you need
You don't see me
You won't see me

I want to be the music coming from your headphones
filling your head with thoughts unknown
I want to be the words in your text book
your gaze fixed upon me so intently

Your fingers grazing me with their powerful grace
I want to be the slight smile on your face
the words that spark an interest in your brain
the words that take away all that pain

I'd get my own headphones
But I know that all I'd be able to hear is you
So why bother
All I want is you

All I want is to be the music coming from your headphones
Please, tap your pencil to the rhythm of me.