Words have yet to be exchanged,

But something tells me that every time I turn my head,

his eyes find the space 

that mind once occupied.

Out of fear for being caught,

His gaze lingers not a second too long.

But the heat of his gaze is too much to handle.

It burns as bright as the sun

I feel it seeping into my skin, 

But I don't dare face the source

Because my heart won't be able 

To handle the scarring 

That comes along with third degree burns.

I clench my fists, no matter how much

My brain says to release the heat

I relish in its warmth.