When I talk to him
I feel okay.
Oh no.
When I talk to him
My brain is quiet.
This isn't good.
When I talk to him
I realize I exist and I don't panic.
This is really bad.
When I talk to him
I always smile.
Shit.
When I talk to him
I'm becoming attached.
I can't do this.
When I talk to him
I realize I'm falling for him.
I won't be able to get back up.
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Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.