do you have the same pain in your chest? is your doctor telling you you need rest? i’ve spent hours searching my symptoms online the results are conclusive my heart is no longer mine it took me five weeks to remember your face but cut me some slack you move with such grace this poem’s sat in my drafts for the past two weeks i would have finished it sooner but there are secrets i’d leak everything i write seems to be about you don’t call me delusional i know you feel it too i’m uncomfortable with the turn this is taking i’ve broken the fourth wall too much with this undertaking love makes fools out of us all though i’m not sure this is love but my god, you’re so tall perhaps this is childish a silly attraction but dear, isn’t it fun? to analyse our every interaction let me break through my screen once again to admit that i’m stressed i’m no longer ten the act of growing older takes its toll on us all i’m sure i’ve written those words before jesus, why am i rhyming again with all i’m sure this makes no sense can you tell i’ve had a rough day? but that doesn’t matter, dear because what i’m trying to say i like you a lot, this might be love but you’ll never read this so i hope you, dear reader, enjoy it because to produce this poem i’ve sent myself into a bit of a crisis