Tightening of the chest.
Racing pulse, and shallow breath.
Shallow palms.
Can't sleep or think or breathe.
It's not what you think;
Some love sick child,
Grasping at words and emotions.
It's so much more.
It's fear, and tears, and sadness.
Not love at all.
Not when it's all in your head.
Monday, January 14, 2013
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