Sometimes I sit and I wonder
What falling in love feels like
The slow process of
Flirtation and adoration
Cute notes to even cuter girls
Phone numbers
Written in ball point pen
In hands trying so hard
Not to sweat
The stuttering that occurs
Every time your heart
Beats too fast
The first time a butterfly
***** it's wing
Inside your stomach
And your cheeks flush red
And at first
You really can't tell
If your falling in love
Or dying
Because they feel so
**** similar
At first
You're not too sure
Why your icy veins melt
When she says your name
At first
Your hands are always
Clammy and your skin
Turns raw
At the very
Idea of her


I've never
Felt that way
About anyone.
It is so strange
How people fall
So slow.
When I meet someone
I either instantly
Want them gone
Or
I become
Utterly, irrationally, obsessed with their
Entire being
I want to know
Every inch of them
All at once
I ask question upon question
Gnawing at their minds
Until they grow
Completely sick
Of me.

Oh how lovely,
It must be,
To fall in love slowly.
A virtue I will never
Know.