Fried

This is for a girl on here, who I really want to confess my love to, but I can't find the balls to do it. I really love her, and I have no idea if she know I do, and if she does, I hope it doesn't freak her out. If you are her, and you are reading this, I love you, and you will always have my heart. I know it sounds crazy, but I can feel it in my heart. Okay and now I will stop babbling so you can read a poem about how I babble and try to brutally murder my brain. I really love you.

A crazy feeling,
I can't suppress.
But this one feeling,
I can't address.

My heart the egg,
My brain the pan,
Crack the egg,
Turn on the fan.

Try to be cool,
Reverse the time,
Don't act like a fool,
I've drank too much wine.

"What I'm trying to-"
I'm talking too much.
"I just want to-
Please keep in touch!"

Hand to the head,
How could this be,
Face down on my bed,
My brain deceived me.

"What I'm trying to tell-
Well really my brain,
Is trying to yell-"
It's driving me insane.

I can't stop the clutter,
Coming out of my mouth,
My thoughts are like butter,
The yolk slides south.

If I think anymore,
My brain will fry.
If you walk out the door,
My heart will die.

Even miles apart,
I know I'm nuts,
I feel in my heart,
No if's and's or but's.

Enough talking I'm finished,
I want to say "I love-"
The sentence diminished,
I need a shove,

To shout,
"I LOVE YOU!"
No doubt.
I just know it's true.