Lovesick

I am a poem machine.

I don't think you know
that when I see your picture
I want to tear out my insides
for all this mess I've made,
for all the knots tied
somewhere along my heartstrings.

I don't think you know
that when I think of you
I feel confused again
Stumbling, lost,
but not terrified of the external
so much as the labyrinth inside me.

I don't think you know
that when you sat next to me last week
I felt that thrill inside my chest
A rush of adrenaline that drove me to run,
but I sat where I was,
too enamored to move away from you.

Author's Note

Yeah, I used some cliched metaphors.
Silly me.

Reviews

[PerfectFlaw90]

Wow, this is a really sad poem! But it's really good! You really did a good job expressing the confusion that emotions can bring with certain people. I like the metaphor about the "knots tied somewhere along my heartstrings". Great poem!