I go from tranquil to loud,
careful to obnoxious.
The heart thinks
it needs to run a marathon.
I'm shaking.
My feet are shifting.
Legs are shuddering.
My eyes are nervous.
The lights are vibrating.
She's staring.
I try to keep a conversation going.
Her attention is threatening.
My stomach is sickeningly pirouetting.
Yet, I'm drawing you closer
and she's still holding vigil.
You're suffocating me,
yet I'm speaking in your ear.
I miss you.
I miss being myself.

By:Jessica Walls