I don’t remember how it’s supposed to feel
when you’re falling in love.

If it’s an unrelenting need to lie beside someone
whose touch tingles every inch of your skin
until goose bumps lift each hair follicle so high
that you get chills down your back,
where their breath’s embrace so sweetly warms the chill away…
then I’ve got that.

If it’s also an incessant fear that you will mess up so badly
that you feel all insecurities race through your vessels
until they reach whatever lobe of your brain
that controls your emotions
and cause you go completely insane
until the moment you get to speak again…
then I’ve also got that.