What does it feel like to be in love?
Does it soothe?
Like a soft mist dusting your shoulders,
Relaxing your tension?
Does it seize?
Like an unrelenting grasp over your being.
Your smiles and your tears,
Your common sense and your emotions.
Does it excite?
Starting at your toes and rising to your chest,
Then your throat where it holds it’s breathe,
Until you can’t help but scream.
Does it confuse?
Am I supposed to feel this way?
Does he feel this way?
Why does he lead me on?
What is it in those eyes that make me so flustered?
You tell me.
Does every smile, every glance,
Every chance meeting feels like a promise to love you back?
Now because that’s what you really think,
But because it’s what you really need to think
To keep the hope a fairytale romance from fading?
Does every conversation,
Linger for days?
Every frame
Clear but unreal
In an everyday dreamy rerun?
You tell me.
Does he consume your mind,
Day to long waited day?
Until everything has lost its original luster.
When he isn’t around,
To charm the scene?
Does every playful poke,
Make you float above cloud nine
Like you’re having rising but staying still?
Does every friendly hug,
Force the corners of your mouth into a stupid grin?
Why do my knees become weak?
With every meaningless touch?
Or even when he walks within,
Twenty feet of my personal space?
You tell me
Does it always feel like more than a crush,
Or a stilly infatuation?
When he talks to you,
Just like you would imagine a soul mate would,
And laughs at your jokes.
“If it feels like love isn’t it love?”
You tell me
Because what so I know about it?
I’m only a kid right?
Heck I’ve only been in love once or twice.
