"I can't fill his shoes, you'll have to find someone else"

Who can tell me what I need to know?

It can’t be you, you say “move slow”.

But as I start to see affection grow,

I’m forced to disappear like a

Fleeing, silent crow.

And at times I feel lost,

As you offer me two tips:

You tell me to close my mouth,

Hypothetically sew my lips.

Secondly, but not so quaint,

You tell me to loosen my grips.

And as I let go to close my eyes,

I feel you try to sway my hips.

It’s not healthy, this feeling I feel.

Caught between emotions, my cheeks turn teal.

I’ve got spikes underneath and puncturing my heel.

And if I seem to feel this way,

I wonder how you feel.