when your heart is 16,
and the dopamine hits,
talking with you, i become 
a bit of a twit.

babbling quite nervously,
my eyes dart around,
you, and your poised stature,
while i eke out squeak sounds.

it’s fun and it’s horrifying,
and i’m an unraveling mess.
but i hope that you see through it
and are rilly, - um really, impressed?
:D