Telling the Truth with my Eyes Closed

How strange to feel emotions stir
from one moment to the next without a rhyme
to hold them together in beautiful conformity
they burst and seep and lie quietly
in the part of me I sometimes don't recognize.

I'm in love evolves into apathy
or maybe just lustful anticipation
turns again to affection
with annoyance just behind
the glassy eyed gawk of a girl.

Fear is always present it seems
it never becomes invisible
so when they ask me how I feel
almost always I think
I'm just telling the truth with my eyes closed.