Insane

Every morning, from now on, I hope begins with a drop of you in my ear, filling me up to the rim with laughter.
Whisper sweet words as you always do, tickling me with your voice.
All I can do is smile and linger because I am amazed at what my body feels when you stimulate my senses.
You give me insight and the ability to dream again.
Doses of you keep me high throughout the day and I've never tasted your lips nor smelt your carmel skin yet I'm sure you're sweet.
You may call me crazy when I admire you the way I do yet just accept the gift I tend to see.
Your name lives in my mouth and rest in my brain.
Insanity is what I call it.
Same actions expecting different results is what they call insane.
So quickly my heart flutters at the sight of your picture.
"So sexy" I think while looking at you.
Sporadically, I train my mind to relax so I'm not intoxicated from my hopes for love yet I'm still wishing you'd come through.
Someone wake me up so I can breathe again and put away these childish things: needing this man, fearing not having him, yearning for his touch, craving his taste, reacting to madness and wishing I was with him and him with me when I should know the Lord will move when He's ready. But instead I place my focus on my surroundings with your presence in my mind, waiting to hear your voice again.

By Nia Jehan
-This poem was written based on my experiences. My inability to remain normal or sane when admiration steps into my life; reacting so quickly rather than taken my time with "love". The idea of love can stir up emotions and behaviors that make us appear insane. This poem was definitely inspired by someone =)