Doctor's Note

I think I need a doctor.
Because my brain won't tell my lips what to say
whenever you look at me that way.

All my witty comments are lost
with my quick comebacks
missing somewhere in the fields of "what ifs" and "could be's"

So I think I need a doctor
because I've contracted laryngitis
I'm speechless around you.

Words just won't do
to explain the knot that ties up my tongue
like a five year old's messy shoelaces
when your hand touches my shoulder
It tingles like there are miniature lightning bolts in each of your finger tips
I would say that I can feel the static electricity between us
but our energy is dynamic
it changes with each time you lock eyes on mine
how your smiles make me rhyme

So I think I need a doctor
because something is wrong with my balance
I can't put one foot in front of the other
without thinking
that I'm falling for you.

And I'm not very good at communicating that
so I let my actions speak louder than words
but apparently, you're not listening

so maybe some flashing neon signs will make this more obvious
bright lights that spell out
I like you.
those three little words that get caught in my throat
whenever you bite your lip in the middle of a thought

Because I want to be the girl that holds your hand in public
so all your friends will whisper "oh, that's her?" when I walk in a room
the girl that you stay up all night with
just to talk.
But talking gets old, I want to be your complement
I want to be the up when you're down
the blue to your orange
the lock to your key
the answer to your question

So say yes, you'll be mine
and when February comes around
you'll be my valentine
that you'll stay by my side and I'll stay in your mind

because I don't want to have to go
to the doctor's
and ask them to fix
a broken heart.