Writing

Looking at you two

as you "dance" on the "dance floor"

which is really just an empty spot on the ground

as you hold hands awkwardly

though enjoying it

as you experience feelings that I've never experienced before.

I've recently found myself back in my shell

Pretending to be someone I'm not

And I think I know why.

I've pulled back from people 

Only interacting with animals and strangers online 

This is from a much longer story in verse I'm writing, so it's quite out-of-context, but I really liked how this stanza turned out.  Sometimes, like today, just one perfect-seeming part lights up my day.

Two kids

The song

The beat

The rhythm

You know the rhythm, don't you?

Pulling you up

Pulling you to me

Out there

I know it's scary

Couldn't we let go and not care

Just for tonight?

Giddy is the exhilaration

Thinking about you

Getting excited

For what, I don't know

Counting down the days until I can see you again

(Summer is hard)

Reading love stories

Listening to love songs

I cried.

I looked at the photos,

The Polaroids,

And I cried

And cried

And cried.

I couldn't feel anything.

My heart was bleeding

And I couldn't feel it.

I cried

Emotionless