I find enjoyment in discomfort,
Nervousness is second nature,
And pain is oft-felt.
My blood is filled with religion.
Gospel occupies mind and time,
But the only God I honor
Is that of imperfection.
A split second can bring much change.
We lock eyes,
Anxiety strikes,
And a foreign feeling floods my soul.
Lost in the moment;
Lost in your gaze.
The judgement drains from my body.
It drips from my fingers
And beads on my brow.
J. A. McMullin