Rush
#14 of Poems
2014
Nervous anticipation,
a rollercoaster of emotion,
the butterfly affect,
a big grin,
a quick grimace barely noticeable,
cant' let it effect me,
but it does.
Trying to enjoy this
momentary happiness,
but my heart,
it plays with me.
Sick, sick to my stomach.
How do I make it stop?
Is it a sign?
A warning?
Will this all end soon?
This happiness I've finally come to seemingly accomplish?
I can't let it affect me,
I know I can't.
Have to enjoy it while it lasts.
While this lasts.