By Kellie-Ann Morris
Nausea (known to me as butterflies),
shortness of breath,
sweaty palms (that you never mind holding),
and an accelerated heartbeat.
These are defined as symptoms of love,
but they are also signs of a panic attack.
I find that quite fitting
since I’m terrified of loving you.
While I’ve always admired the view
of firework kisses
and star crossed lovers
who find each other despite the darkness,
That’s not the life I desire
for sparks only last a minute.
True love kisses are deadly
and I don’t want to become another tragedy
Insomnia (losing sleep with the idea of losing you),
neglecting other responsibilities,
risk taking (always in alleys after midnight),
and obsession.
These are defined as symptoms of infatuation
but they are also signs of addiction,
and I don’t think I could handle
if you withdrew.
I never wanted the space between
your arms to feel like home
cause if you evict me
I won’t remember how to support myself.
The way I mourn the loss of your touch
and count down the seconds till you’ll return
proves that I’m already
hooked on the drug called love.
Kellie-Ann Morris is a Freshman at Barbara Ingram
Post Script Magazine. 