You leave me tounge-tied and dizzy,
more sea-sick than any sailor.
Stomach churning,
I experience the hangover
of being in your presence.
I know you don't feel about me
the same way I feel about you.
In a completely different way than I thought,
you're everything I'm not.
I don't love you.
I see who you are.
So, please, tell me why.
Why am I still holding on?