confessions of an awkward angsty teen

The truth is 

My mouth doesn't know how to hold its own tongue, 

and my spontaneous lips don't know when to stop.

  My teeth chatter when I'm nervous, 

and when anything geeky

or athletic

or musically talented

or attractive

or really anything labeled

"teenage male"

 comes around, 

my weak jaw can't do anything but drop.

My knees turn into rubber,

My hands go numb,

My cheeks go piping hot,

My ears steam... a lot like my rice cooker when it's all:

YO, I'M DONE.

My words turn really stupid, like they did in the line that preceded this one,

Or my words just don't sound like words at all,

Which still sounds stupid.

(but still probably not as bad as that rice cooker line)

And even when I don't say a single thing,

this eye-contact we're sharing 

feels a lot like INTERNAL SCREAMS

And to be honest, 

I've decided that this love feeling is a little nauseating.

But maybe I just have a weak stomach.

Or maybe I have the flu.

I mean, tis the season, right?

But wait,
 Valentine's Day is next week too.

Awe, shit.