Stuttered

Stuttered

The shear thought of you intimidates me.
Talking to you is completely out of the question.
Even the most remote of you makes my body go cold in a scalding hot shower.
My wit becomes stuttered when you are near.
Even my weak attempt to message you made my breathing stop.
You’re not what I thought but now I don’t know what I think,
Your worse then the normal rejection,
You hold the power to destroy my insides
I fear you so in turn you fascinate me.
I don’t know what to do
so I hide behind my poison of choice
and wait till my liquid courage kicks in
and maybe then you won’t scare me
so much.

MAH