Breathless

As I chase after you, I stumble
And you laugh not acting humble.
I try to tell you to stop, but my words jumble
And come out a big mess.
I must confess
That you are like a game of chess.
You are hard to figure out
Making me doubt
That I know what you’re about.
All of my attempts to communicate
End in failure because you don’t integrate
Your ideas causing me to hate
Myself for my lack
Of plan to attack
Your complex mind. Your knack
For running away
Kills me day by day,
Leaving me breathless with nothing else to say.

When I read this to my class and my professor asked if it was true, I think I lied. It is partially true, but you're not the cruel person made out in this story. You leave me breathless though... and every time we actually do get close and every time I catch us talking in a somewhat flirty manner, I notice one of us tries to break away from it. Maybe the both of us need someone to fix what's broken inside of our hearts. For me, it's you, but for you.... it's someone else.