Romance

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I feel dreadful
My own thoughts are consuming me
Betraying me...

I'm not like this
I swear
I'm usual calm, collected
And occasionally playing with my hair

Bur attached? And hopeful?
That's not a thing
I get over it all with a snap of my man hands,
So why Is it that my beating heart still stands?

I'm a wreck
A mess
Someone who makes absolute sense

I'm me!
But golly gee...
These feelings are consumingly
Eating me away

Usually I treasure the pleasantries
But this time ... Unless replicated
I want them to shoo fly,
Go away