I’m sick,
Butterflies in my stomach
It’s too bright,
My eyes can’t see right
I don’t move,
The ground runs beneath my shoes.
A breath caught in my throat
Trying so hard to keep afloat.
I’m ill,
But my disease has no pill
The light turns pink,
As I resist to blink
I don’t twitch,
Don’t even flinch.
Life on pause
As our lives cross
My mouth is dry
But my heart flies
Out of my chest,
What a mess.
It’s in every story
Where this illness makes me happy,
A plague
Cast over us in a haze
Crippled by the one thing we can’t live above
I’ve been diagnosed with love.
You capture the turmoil, the dizziness of young love well here. The piece runs in my mind as if a stream of thought, a lover walking from one wall of his mind to the other. Pondering a new reality. Understanding a new emotion.
thank you! and you are right it is exactly that, I wrote this poem when I first met my fiance, actually before I even spoke a work to him!