Warm water waiting,

a sea of emotion eagerly teeming with elation.

My heart bends with the winds of destruction, while my soul mends it again.

This feeling is a plague,

only the best of us know it.

My stomach feels like a drum,

and they are my drummer.

This isn't love, not even close.

What I describe is much worse, infatuation... obsession.

You put yourself out there, only to be knocked back down again.

Get up and get back on the horse they say,

but with a face full of dirt you aren't convinced they understand.