You see someone you like,

Your mind’s in disarray.

High and low, your blood flow,

You must stay strong, don’t sway.

Leverage everything, so you never go wrong,

But after all that, the screen reads null.

You’re confused, unable to make up your mind.

Now you put your hands on your head,

Ideas flooding in, like always, mistaking affection for confession.

You reach out like an entitled Samaritan, damn boy, you’re compulsive.

Flying high, while unprepared to go down, is destructive.

Red flags are raised; you feel glad, but this is a wrong turn.

Your soul turns black; you can’t go back.

This is the effect of rejection; you have only one option.

You call your friend, seeking correction or redemption.

So many questions in your head, it feels like a concussion.

You launch your phone app,

One number left to punch in.

You feel a menacing feeling,

Telling you not to do it, like in the past, you’ll regret it.

You see the fallen cards on your table, but still,

You fail to make up your mind, so you can make your life stable.

I don’t know if you’ll be able,

Or perhaps you’re a saint who never ate the forbidden fruit.

This is my conclusion: I think you’re one of those hopeless romantics

Who get a thrill from hearing their name mentioned.

This is my advice: take control now,

Or get your back stabbed by your own hand.