Not by tempest but sea-sickness
Of Ailments of the mind
ailments
of minor consequences
with the exception should
you stay frozen in time
which still passes
this too shall

Aren't you tired yet?
You've been running through my mind all day

Absence breeds nostalgia

Longing to be with you once again

Yet I pull away, or just frozen in place

Learned helplessness without scientists

Merely affection, not love

Not lust as self justification rationalises

Do I really see myself putting her best interests at heart or

The moment I said "or" I put myself in a gotcha situation

It never really was about her

"You're not trying to make me feel guilty, are you?"

I say to the voice shoving guilt ridden anxiety down my gullet to my heart