I am a concentrated mess
A combination of crippled thoughts
This conflict of vicious melodies;
A malady of heart

Words that are jumbled
Seem to tumble from my lips
And I stumble over phrases,
Stuttering lines to make me sick

And my envious reflection,
An enemy to me,
Stares daggers at myself,
Because she hates all that she sees.

Yet your compliments leave complexions that are riveting in hue,
And the conflicts of my mind seem to eventually subdue.

Your fire leaves me flustered,
But just a little bit confused.
Fires are supposed to burn,
So why has yours refused?