Lovesick

lovesick

I know

what’s happening

to me

He’s found

his way

in

making me think

in love story

lines

making butterflies

deep inside

me

and a sickness

I cannot recover

from

© Kait King, 2015

It doesn’t really matter

it doesn't really matter

So very close to me

you look

on my inside

and I think it doesn’t matter

So very close to me

you breathe

on my outside

and I think it doesn’t matter

Then I’m alone

pictures fall in my head

I shut my eyes so tight

and lie lost in my bed

wishing you were here

so very close to me

and I know…

it really doesn’t matter

any more

© Kait King, 2015