The Mess Within

It swirls within me,
Messing up my insides,
Organs queasy and tightening.

My heart pounds,
A drum with a messed up beat,
Fast and unpaced.

What to do with an ache,
So painful and deep,
Ruining my lungs.

I look over,
And she floods my vision,
The girl who takes my breath away every time.

I look away,
Yet my heart thuds,
Like an uneven drum.

I can't love her,
It would only ruin me,
So all I can do is accept the pain.

What to do,
When your brain turns to mush,
Making a mess within.

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