Giddy is the exhilaration
Thinking about you
Getting excited
For what, I don't know
Counting down the days until I can see you again
(Summer is hard)
Reading love stories
Listening to love songs
Giddy
Not sure what I'm feeling
Not sure if it's changed,
Or just been brought out
Not sure if I've felt this all along
Not sure
Staying up late
All night
Thinking about you
About me
Giddy
People ask me
I don't know
I guess I could be
Do I label it?
Do I say it?
Do I tell you?
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.
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