That ever-so-familiar feeling:
The one that keeps you constantly reeling;
The one that makes your heart beat like thunder;
Will it always feel like this, I wonder?
My hands are sweating and I am blushing,
And soon all of my words will be gushing.
I put on my best calm, composed display.
Or maybe I could wait a few more days?
Questioning, uneasy, aching, and tense.
All of this makes absolutely no sense.
I cannot fathom being excited -
What if everything is unrequited?
My brain says one thing, my heart another.
I do not mean to make such a pother.
Nerves heighten and adrenaline courses,
What are these strange, otherworldly forces?
Let me take a moment and a breather.
I don’t know why I’m doing this either.
So subliminal yet monumental.
Will we see this day as sentimental?
I begin to pour my heart out to you,
But you don’t seem to have a single clue.
I am replaying this talk in my head,
Who knew I would be filled with so much dread?
I swallowed my pride and approached you first,
And now my heart feels its absolute worst.
I promised myself to remain truthful;
Is this supposed to make me feel youthful?
Never again, never again, I say.
But somehow I'm actually okay.
Maybe this honesty was good for me;
I can live unapologetically.