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