Sinkhole

What am I supposed to do?

Tell me - how do I stop loving you?

My heart is shuttering,

My stomach won’t stop fluttering,

And every time I look in your eyes,

I can feel it all slipping past the guise.

My palms are sweating,

And I can’t stop fretting,

Because I’ve fallen so hard

And I don’t know the next part.

My heart waits on its platter,

But I know it doesn’t matter.

I’m here, and I’ve got my hand out,

Trembling with fear and self doubt.

You’re looking the other way,

And I don’t know what to say.

Because I look at you, then me,

And, really, there’s no comparing.

You’re beautiful and kind,

The only thing on my mind.

But look at you - you’re looking away;

Is it me? Or is your heart on delay? 

When you turn around, will you see?

Me, with my outstretched palm, waiting,

Or is my love invisible,

And to some degree, fictional?

I don’t know what I’m to do,

Because my arms are tired, waiting for you.

My heart is exhausted

And I’m feeling nauseous.

Desperately weak and shaking - 

Tell me, will you catch me?