my organs are being suffocated
by monarchs with broken wings
you alter my brain chemistry
just by looking at me
my friends say it's overrated,
this type of feeling,
but I laugh because
your eyes open a window
that they are incapable of reaching.
my family tells me I need to “man up,”
that I need to confess my adoration
for my secret childish crush.
but nothing would happen anyways,
so I shrug it off.
it is as if my stomach doesn't know
that my brain doesn't want
what my heart wants.
my thoughts are overwhelmed
with cardiac arrest.
the shattered wings of an angel
lie inside the aching of an obsessed mess.
YOU ARE READING
collected
Poetrya poetry collection by nicole t. hays (feedback welcome) check link in bio for more content
