The world doesn't stop
Because I like someone
It slows down though
The seconds just start to lag
Ever so slowly
Soon the minutes feel it too
Way before I do
Until it's been 2 hours
Spent on a singular thought
That isn't calculus
Is calculating though
Whether the seconds
The minutes
The hours
Are the same for that person
The answer is almost always
Good
If you're lucky
Or have obnoxiously great hair
But luck is a myth
And hair falls out
So the answer is almost always
Complicated
It's sometimes easier
To like a tree
Sticks and stones
But words are prone
To knife me
There's a chef inside my heart
And its denizens love sushi
But fish these days
Have sonar systems
Missile launchers
And everything
But sometimes he longs for
A shark
Knowing well
That it's bad for my heart
So I hope and pray
That I can make my escape
As the hours turn to days
Before
It rips
Me apart.