OCD
by: Dane Navarro
Thoughts in my mind operate around the clock.
Every time I hit the sack, I always contemplate whether;
Have I put my books
in order?
Have I closed the
door?
Have I checked the
lights?
I want everything as
right as the rain,
Just like how I
glance at him;
Everything stops—the
birds, the trees, and the sweet rustling wind.
I can only hear my
heartbeat—it racks my brain.
A moment that
something feels amiss.
It is when my heart
leaps from its normal rhythm.
I feel like I’m a
victim—a victim of my feeling.
Scratches my head as
I wonder;
Have I checked my
wallet for the fifth time?
How many times do I
wash my hands?
Have I worn the same
shoes?
As I look up to see
the clouds above,
I gaze down to see my
hands as it twitches—then it stops.
Whenever our eyes
linger into each other, I take deep breaths and think;
“This is confusing,
he makes me feel something.
A moment that will
never be dull—he makes me feel normal.”
A dream it is;
The story of falling
in love for someone.
The story of doors
and anxieties.
The story of light
and switches.
The story of us.
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