Out of fear of romantic excess I separate passion from all conversation
and in the rare moments you touch me I silently deal with the palpatations.
I entered this life with little expectations,
but soon became absorbed by ideas that I built above my station.

I express the mundane despite my thoughts being manic,
and exhaust the part of my brain that allows me to panic,
Someone unatainable dictates my emotional stability.
Mesmerized with how disinterested you are with me.

You’re detrimental to my mental health.
The more I love you, the more I hate myself.