I Really F*****g Like You.

I wrote this poem about a beautiful soul I was fortunate enough to cross paths with and it speaks of my fear of loving again although I feel very deeply for this particular person.

I feel odd, My heart beat is loud yet faint, My body shakes although I'm lame.

I'm feeling this I was not aware I could ever experience again.

I have come across a soul, majestically beautiful, I have yet to acquaint in flesh however, I feel deeply for this soul of absolute wonder. It baffles me for I swore I could never fall for another again although, just like the crab, when acquiring my heart's desire becomes compromised I pounce and latch onto it, clinging for dear life.

Jealousy consumes me yet, how could it when I know so little about this amazing soul who has captured my affection so gracefully?

My head is ablaze, spinning out of control searching my subconscious for an explanation, trying to scrape a conclusion of rationality together. Passion versus reason, battling relentlessly, perpetuating the acquisition of control over my being yet, how could i be reasonable when all I feel is ridiculously passionate?

Perhaps this is a result of previous failed romantics, perhaps I long to feel love for another once again, I try in futility to come to a logical surmise, failing each time.

I don't know how to explain it, I don't know what to think, all I know, is what what I feel...

And I really f*****g like you.