xo, Zach

xo, Zach

The first time we met was at a party. <br /><br />Your ex arrived to show off the person he'd left you for last month, and you asked me to pretend to be your date. <br /><br />I was more than happy to help. You were attractive, smart and witty--and that kiss we shared? It left me wanting you for days. <br /><br />The second time we met was in my office on campus where we were both surprised to discover you were the new master’s degree student in poetry that I would be working with. You promised to be professional. I did no such thing.<br /><br />The late nights and intense study sessions spent alongside you majorly throw me off my game. I want you, and I fight with myself daily over this fact. <br /><br />I know I'm crass, that my sexual innuendos and dirty mouth annoy you, but I live for those two bright spots of color in your cheeks. If that's the only reaction I can get out of you, I'll gladly take it. <br /><br />You hate Mondays so every Monday I slip an anonymous poem into your bag and your smile gets me through the week.<br /><br />I think I'm falling for you, and I know it's wrong. I know that I'm only supposed to be the adviser to your program and nothing more, but here's the thing. I think you're falling for me too.<br /><br />xo, Zach