Effect, Affect, Infect

tear-filled eyes sweaty palms a horse voice weakened limbs a quickened heartbeat how could I speak? "others" have called poetry the medicinal god/goddess of the 21st century - but not me. lately poetry hasn't been feeding me lately poetry hasn't been the thirst-quencher yet I never starve or desire to drink it is not even about my reaction to his poetry (and yes I wrote a poem titled "My Reaction to His poetry") it did not cut me as deep yet I bled, well I bleed it did not color anything for me, my personality and temperaments have not changed yet I can see these beautiful dark green trees, well I am slowly seeing - i love being surrounded embraced by a chilling breeze yet i am running out of the forest of my mind screaming the constant screaming is why my voice is hoarse yes, that is why my eyes are tear-filled being coerced and manipulated and deceived by the happenings of love this explains my faster heartbeat - it skips, no it gallops, well it sprints and then my weak limbs.. as my desire and "say so" grows other parts of my being, mainly my limbs, become weak here am I (according to "others" vulnerable but not naive blasting music, cramming for exams, and venting to strangers about him) but I am. his love the effect affected me... (according to "others" infected me)