Trapped in this house,
It's still not too bad.
But I keep checking my phone
And it's making me mad.

Why can't I care, and want, and fear
A normal amount regarding my peer?
I want her so bad, but do I really?
I think maybe I'm being silly.

Love, love, what the **** is it?
Trapped beneath, beside, behind it.
Afraid, compulsive, depressed, hopeful..
Love is just ******* awful.