i don’t think you
have the same
r e d  h o t
thoughts,
the ones
laced
with dopamine &
cinnamon sugar

I don’t think you
you
feel
the same
dread
&
e x c i t e m e n t
when you hear your
phone
vibrate
from across the
room

I don’t think
you’d describe your
h e a r t b e a t
like they do in a 90’s
rom com,
that it
beats
so f a s t
that you feel like
your chest is going to
     x      l      d
e      p      o      e

I don’t think
you
feel
this way

-I don’t think I know you, but I don’t think I know myself either