I always get slapped across the face by

these strange delays in feeling.

It comes on slowly but suddenly

All around me, all surrounding

My cortex

My will

My emotion

It takes over my senses completely and I'm reckless

In the presence of it 

In the presence of this feeling 

This softness I have for you

This softness you have for me

i feel compelled by it

Though I know it's never lasting

Soon you'll become cold toward me again

And I'll become distant from you.

And we'll pretend there exists little devotion

Little emotion

I'll pretend you're barely there again

I'll make you nervous and watch you play with your hair

I'll sit right here

Watch it all unfold and then disappear

Only to happen over again.

Only to not begin all over again.