Nervous
I was never really sure,
If it was the coffee I previously drank—
or the rush hour I squeezed myself upon,
Maybe it's actually none of it,
Maybe it's really just all on me—
being this nervous whenever you're around
It was never fear at all,
But it's a fair say that my pulse quickened,
It was never the pressure of anything,
But it is only honest to say that my sweat went cold,
It's actually—
the ironies of being stunned by the beauty,
of everything that's yours to own
To ever find myself experiencing it,
was like time being frozen—
while my heartbeat defies it,=
It felt like being in between—
the calmness of peace,
and the wonderful mess of chaos
It was like being in spirit,
to be stuck on an infinite loop
of being thrilled to live for a second—
only to be shot dead over the next
But no matter how critical it could've gone,
Everything was like an assured pang on the inside,
to make me realize that I have witnessed heaven
from where I stood—before I could have even arrived,
I never had this feeling before,
But if it's how your beauty astounds me,
All I want now is to keep it,
For it's all that makes me feel alive.
© 2019 Angelo David
