• All the chaotic emotion
    Pulling every which way.
    My misplaced devotion -
    Having to think of what to say.

    These all cause confusion,
    Something much unlike me.
    Is it all just an illusion?
    I can’t dissect what I see.

    Not knowing what to think or feel,
    Neither of which I’m used to.
    Such a mixed-up ordeal.
    I simply don’t know what to do.

    Everything is moving so fast
    Although I fight to take it slow.
    I want this connection to last…
    Such a heavy burden to tow.

    One of few who makes me neurotic
    Also causes such concern.
    But the most effective narcotic
    Is always his return.

    I’m scared of what might occur,
    And hopeful for what could be.
    One thing I can concur
    Is that it always happens to me.

    “Why me?” I always ask
    But I suppose it’s just my luck.
    Everything I such a task
    I fear I may be love struck.