A shameless, raw feeling,
Looking over my shoulder, for a glimpse back.
Pretending that there is something,
In those dreamy eyes, a code for me to crack.
An exulting, ecstatic feeling,
When that sense of belongingness makes its presence known.
Mere words unable to define,
The relationship, once budding, that has grown.
A melancholic feeling,
The pieces of puzzle lying around.
Heartbeats acting like a pendulum,
One second I'm upward, the very next, drowned.
I feel like I should give it a name,
An identity, that it's looking for.
Let's call it falling,
Falling, for her.
Suggest the writer a good psychologist at firstname.lastname@example.org because clearly he needs one!