He makes me feel

Like a lightweight

He forced his way

Into my thoughts

And refuses to leave

But I don't always mind that

But then I come back, yet again

To the fact that

I don't have the confidence

To talk to him

And I don't feel

Good enough

To do so

And that makes me angry

At myself

But then I see him again

And he forces his way into my thoughts again

And the cycle begins again

He has his way with words

That gets me mesmerized

He makes me feel uncomfortable

With his strong mind

His intellect

has got me all smitten

He's hard to please

That's what i thought before

But i understand now

For he just put up his walls

When i see his name

I couldn't help but smile

The butterflies in my stomach--

He makes them wild

His mysteriousness captivated me

like mimosa pudica

I feel trapped with these emotions

Im unfamiliar with

I am nothing

Worth less than garbage blowing in the wind

A hideous monster

Who should hide under a bridge

A rag doll

To beat up again and again

Stupid

I should just keep my mouth closed

A mess

What is wrong with me?

Lonely

Even with him next to me

Tired

Of living life this way

I give up

There is no escape!

Makes my smile ten feet high every time I see him,

Lagh so hard my face turns red,

Makes me happy when I'm mad,

But even though he made me happy,

He made me go crazy.

And then he made me sad,

He made me cry so hard I died,

I just dropped right there on the floorboards dead,

I hope he knows how much I loved him,

So he may regret ever killing me,

So he may suffer like I did, knowing that he really loved me,

And that he killed me even though,

I tried to show him,

And make him admit it to himself,

That he really loved me no matter what.

It may not make sense to you but it makes total sense to me.

Who's he gonna be? Judging by the context, I assume he is a real, huge asshole. He makes me feel, I dunno, real?

I feel like a beaten horse in his presence. Worn out. Considering I can't do much about him I suppose there's no point in whining. Let us engage in histrionics instead. Woe is me! Or is it I? Pronouns are weird. Whatever.

He's kind of annoying I guess.

He used to make me nervous. I was always so worried about what he'd think of me. He made my palms sweat and made me constantly obsess over what I'd say or do. Then, he made me feel higher than the clouds. He made me feel like a light bulb, shining from the inside out. He made me feel invincible and incredible. And then everything changed. And now. Now, he makes me feel stupid. He makes me wish I could rewind time and live in those few happy months. He makes me feel unwanted and unloved. He makes me feel lower than I've felt in two years. And yet, I still love him. Funny heart, causing emotions and shit.