Diving Head First Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I hope he doesn't notice,
The concrete stares your heart suffocates him with.
The times confused with infatuation,
For moments made in haste.
Harsh yells and constant why's.
An positive adjective as a means you'll do anything with just a stare.
I hope he doesn't notice.
Constant expanding pupils, a means of pocket mirrors reflecting every moment.
Your eyes.
For secretly, I admire you the same.
Monotone voices. Why did I listen.
Love at first sight. The butterflies with nowhere to go. Left sitting in arousal.
The moments that fastly rushed in a blur.
Why did I listen.
Goosebumps that became real in the times we ran.
Loud stumps made running down a long pier. Short lived.
Underrated hearts that flee in the name of safety.
Why did I listen.
Empty benches, left sitting in wait