I Don’t Know What It Is About You

I don’t know
what it is about you
that makes me
feel so insane.

My friend told me last week
she’s never seen me
so giddy before.
So
high.

And it’s true.
It’s been so long
since I’ve let someone
ask me questions.
Since I’ve let someone
know me.

I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know if this is wrong
or right
or wrong.

All I know
is your lips on mine
your voice in my head
your eyes locked
with mine.

All I know
is your face
making me forget
all the other ones.

Your voice
your laugh
making me forget
how he used
to sound.

Making me forget
how to lose someone
because you make me
remember
how to love.