You make me feel completely discombobulated;
Like I'm something I am
most definitely not.
Around you I feel frigid, chilled, ice cold to the bone.
But clearly this sweat
tells me I'm hot.
With you in this room I feel confined and contained;
Like I'm a prisoner
with something to hide.
Sitting near you makes my stomach lurch nauseated;
Like I'm riding the rails,
yet I'm not on a ride.
Your eyes make me question my personal identity;
Who I thought I was, and am, are
no longer set in stone.
Standing in this crowded room I feel desolate;
Like a life boat cast out to sea,
utterly and completely alone.
You are my nemesis disguised as my devoted ally;
Like a monster masked by
the face of a friend.
You offer new beginnings, olive branches, and cures,
But all you truly dish out is a
shortcut to the end.
By: T.J. Ruberto (c) 2017