Romance

In the absence of worry,

something lays lingering,

settling in the root of my ribs,

It suggests a constant urgency,

a sense of unrest starts trickling in my archeries,

triggering an uneven heartbeat,

rearranging my vessels,

My mind is plagued from the meddling of neurons,

as I struggle to understand where it came from,

Why it chose to infest me,

this need that I cannot fulfil.