I Can't Think of Anything

I don't like my emotions!

They rattle around in my head.

Jarred whispers shake my soul

to its core.

Echoing the agony of butterflies

in my stomach

longing to be with you.

Woops!

That wasn't supposed to come out,

not that quickly.

Time may heal all wounds

but will these feelings

wrangled like a lasso around my heart ever leave my aorta alone

its being suffocated with what you call love and admiration

but all I choose to see is the infatuation

And my breaths are like run-on sentences

waiting for you to shut them up with a

kiss.

But my mind rationalizes these things

and says,

"No dear, just a childish whim you hold too closely,

there cannot be such a thing for you."