You Tell Me Poem by camila dulce

What does it feel like to be in love?

Does it soothe-
Like a soft mist dusting your neck,
cooling your shoulders,
relaxinig your tensions?

Does it seize-
Like an unrelenting grasp over your being,
your smiles and your tears,
your common sense and your emotions?

Does it excite-
starting at your toes and rising to your chest,
then your throat where it holds it's breathe,
until it can't help but scream?

Does it confuse-
Am i supposed to feel this way?
Does he feel this way? Why does he lead me on?
What is it in those eyes that makes me so flustered?

You tell me.

Does every smile, every glance, every chance meeting
feel like a promise to love you back?
Not because that's what you really think,
but because it's what you need to think
to keep the hope of a fairy-tale romance
from fading?

Does every conversation
linger for days?
Every frame
clear but unreal
in every daydreamy rerun?

You tell me.

Does he consume your mind
day to long-awaited day
until everything has lost it's original luster
when he isn't around
to charm the scene?

Does every playful poke
make you float above cloud nine
like you're rising but staying still?
Does every friendly hug
force the corners of your mouth up into a stupid grin?

Why do my knees become uselessly weak
with every meaningless touch-
or even which he walks within twenty feet
of my 'personal space'?

You tell me

Does it always feel like more than just a crush
or a silly infatuation
when he talks to you
just like you would imagine a soul mate would
and laughs at your jokes?

'If it feels like love isn't it love? '

You tell me.

Brecause what do i know about it?
I'm only a kid, right?
Heck, I've only been in love once or twice.