LITERARY: "OCD" by: Dane Navarro

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.