Falling

A shameless, raw feeling,

Looking over my shoulder, for a glimpse back.

Pretending that there is something,

In those dreamy eyes, a code for me to crack.

An exulting, ecstatic feeling,

When that sense of belongingness makes its presence known.

Mere words unable to define,

The relationship, once budding, that has grown.

A melancholic feeling,

The pieces of puzzle lying around.

Heartbeats acting like a pendulum,

One second I'm upward, the very next, drowned.

I feel like I should give it a name,

An identity, that it's looking for.

Let's call it falling,

Falling, for her.

Suggest the writer a good psychologist at [email protected] because clearly he needs one!