Heat of the Moment

A rush comes over me

And I start to sweat

And the fact that she right there

Makes me bet

That I'll mess up

As usual, because the loser in me

Is something I can't get rid of

But something that we all see

So when she approaches,

I burn to a crisp

My throat gets dry

And I lose the list

Of things I want to tell her

Of what I think

Or how the things I want to do for her

Would put me on the brink

Of failure or overall embarrassment

Or of sometimes I feel not present

But the good news I can remember

Is that it was just the Heat of the Moment

I actually made this thinking about my failure to communicate with anyone of the opposite gender, but yet still become friends.

I don't know how I've never been rejected yet!

ThePoetOfSteel