lovesick

„Well, at least he inspires you“

that’s what they say

my dear dear friends

when I show them pages over pages

of sappy poems and unfulfilled dreams

you do – it’s true

But I’d gladly give up

this overwhelming surge of creativity

and be cured from this disease

not that I don’t love it

the writing, the need to

pick up a pen and

put it all down somewhere

It’s just that

I’d rather go back to sleeping at night

not worrying about what to wear every day

and having a normal heartbeat for once…

Because you do that, too.

Keeping me from all that.

Not intentionally, of course.

I know that, I don’t blame you.

Au contraire, I salute you-

I bow before you, grateful and humble

for being in love is a happy illness – at least for me.

So, thanks – for all the inspiration.