My hands tremble.
My insides turn outside.
My brain goes blank.
And every part of me
that was so sure and firm
is like the bowl of instant pudding
that hasn't set in the fridge long enough.

You don't just make
my body feel weak,
you make it feel foreign.
Like these past 23 years of my life
were spent on the moon
and now I'm finally coming
back down to Earth.

Maybe one day I'll tell you.
Or maybe I won't.
But either way, the effect
you have on me
could make a blind man see again.
Because even with my eyes closed
I see you all the time.