The "Feels"

The feels
  They are quite an odd entity
They start with a thought
   They morph into an emotion

It's one single emotion
  Rapidly becoming all emotions
It's balled up into
  A giant monstrous mess.

They are difficult
  To control
At times you find yourself
  So caught up in them you don't want control

Your heart pounds
  Almost out of your chest
Your mind races
  Sweaty palms precede crazy decisions

Before you know it you've spent hours investing time and energy
  into someone who may not even share your feels
You worry about how they feel
  What they think

At night you lay awake
  You recount text messages
Your thoughts linger on
  The gentle brushes of their hand against yours

You wonder what they are thinking about
  Every time you find them gazing at you
That perfect smile
  Playing peek-a-boo on their face

You wait,
  longing for the feels to be reciprocated
You pray that your heart will beat long enough for them to realize
  That it is beating in-sync with theirs.

Though you are not foolish
  You know that the chance of them feeling the same way
Is as slim as the chance of you seeing the Easter Bunny
  or the Tooth Fairy

Preparation begins
  You prepare for the heartache
You know that the feels only last
  Until they are squelched out by the cruel reality

The reality is:

He likes blondes
  You are a brunette
They are beautiful
  You are slightly less than average


Their bodies are built
  Like Greek Goddesses
You are fluffy
  The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man

When they wake up in the morning
  They look as though God kissed them with perfection
When you wake up in the morning
  You're pretty sure a mac-truck ran over you, twice

Darling you'll realize that the feels
  Are cruel and unusual punishment
That we so unkindly
  Inflict on ourselves

When you come through
  You will be sore and wounded
The recovery time
  Depends on how far you let yourself go