Infinite
I feel like I'm forgetting me,
because when he's near,
my knees go weak,
and my heart stutters angrily.
He's the poem in my head,
the one I can't get down.
I could write a thousand words,
but there will always be more.
I feel like i'm forgetting me,
because nowhere in my mind,
is there a poem to describe
Why he haunts me,
Why no word is right.
Words were once my solace,
but then he showed up,
and somehow they became him,
and he was endless.
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