My chest is tight. Cortisol is flowing through my veins.
This is fight or flight. But I don’t want either. I won’t flee because before I knew it...I wanted it.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be like so many other times. I don’t know what happened but I can’t breath. I can’t speak and when I try it’s hollow, false, and shallow.
I feel dizzy and I need to use the bathroom but I can’t move, I cant say that I need to excuse myself for a moment.
I do not understand the difference of one person to the next when you don’t know them. They should be all the same. You all are the same.
Within minutes I noticed your calves and your arms....your hands. I became addicted to them.
Some invisible scent filled my lungs and paralyzed me. It took over my body.
Your awkward laugh and honest quips put me under a spell and I just wanted you to keep talking.
Don’t ask me to talk, I’ll gasp. I’ll sound stupid or incoherent. My chest hurts. My chest is tight.
Every cell in my body will crave you and you won’t ever know.
You’ll think I’m uninteresting and boring. If I talk you’ll think I ramble and I’ll bore you.
You won’t know that, while relaxed, I’m excited and carefree. I love to laugh and sing loud bar songs after a couple pints of Guinness. My passion and lust for life are muted and stifled under the intense wave of pleasure that is your presence.
I wish you could see me naturally because I know you’d see it. Maybe you’d be drawn to me as I’m drawn to you. Maybe you’d fall in love with me. Maybe your body would ache for mine as mine aches for you. Maybe we would be friends and comfortable in each other’s presence.
But you won’t ever see me because my chest is tight. And I can’t breathe.