in the dazzling moments that your words are directed towards me
i feel a previous lunch creep up
from my stomach
to my throat
to my mouth
and back down again
pure nerves

and as you turn around and wave good bye
i feel burning liquid collect in the crevices of my eyes
because i don't want you to leave me
i'd give anything for you not to leave me
and yet i wish
for the sake of my sanity
that you and i never met
but only just

i can't blink, i can't breathe, i can't write
without your profile springing into my head
without your name escaping my mouth
without your name flowing through the pointed tip of this pen

i panic when it's turn for my response
and my words don't mean what they spell
you make the butterflies in my stomach riot

i want out
i want out of this
i want out of this love


thank you.

okay, well, i wouldnt call it love exactly, but love sounded so much better
than 'i want out of this very strong emotional attraction to you'. and i
exaggerate in some parts, the person to whom this poem is of isnt on my mind
ALL the time. but quite a fair share of it... and i dont feel THAT sick and
nervous when we talk. just really jittery.
 
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