D*mmit! I hate this feeling. And yet...
Wrap me in a straitjacket, baby.
You're making me insane.
When ever I see you, my brain freezes up.
I'm intelligent- but irrational,
agreeable and changing for you.
I'd never fall for a guy like you,
but oddly, I'm still falling.
It's like skydiving without a chute,
especially when we talk.
Every word I say could be a crash landing.
So I'll play it cool, and see what happens.
Do I look the part? Can you tell how I'm shaking?
Is it easy to hear my heart speedily thrashing around?
See my face flush?
I get a jittery feeling inside- ever since we've met.
Even though you were the last person I'd expect.
Now I feel sick, but it's a nice sensation.
It's like a natural high, you know?
You don't. At least, I don't think you do.
Do you?
Your face infected my mind, this poem, that page.
You wrote way too much for me to handle.
Your voice echoes inside my head,
like a cold remark or a last sentance before death.
That cocky grin, it makes the world twirl in circles around me.
Why can't I get rid of you?
It's not fair at all.
Especially since...
Aw, never mind.
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