I'm sitting at my desk, legs crossed

eyes empty

a black noise's following me

my memory keeps screaming to me

screaming this moment

moment on repeat

her eyes on loop

freckles, laugh, wink, gone

my quill and my ink are empty

no inspiration

no thoughts but her

how could i write when she's out there and i can't speak

moment on repeat

brain isn't braining

freckles, laugh, wink, gone

my pen's off my hand

fingers dancing in the air

my eyes full of ghosts of her smile

a thought hits me

'did Shakespeare get gay panic?'

was he ever sitting at his desk,

eyes, quill and ink empty,

mind screaming on repeat

a single movement

a moment on loop

blurry outlines

fuzzy mind

head on the table

sleep sticking on my glasses' glass

fingers numb

moment on repeat

single button on the remote of my mind

a thought hits me

'did Shakespeare get gay panic?'

was he ever so lost in a memory

freckles, laugh, wink, gone

did he take back the quill

started writing about it

the strange feeling in his stomach

empty for two nights

ink flowing

wrists aching

mind screaming

moment on repeat

freckles, laugh, wink, gone

but two days after

finally eating something

stomach aching

mind screaming

ink empty now

did Shakespear ever get gay panic?