Idiot

Why is it

Every time I try to talk to you

I ramble like an imbecile?

I am an intelligent woman

And yet when confronted by you

I start babbling

And giggling

Like some foolish school girl

Who's just seen her first crush

Smile at her across the room

I can't seem to control

The words that spill out of my mouth

And when you turn from me

I want to slap my forehead

And bury my face in my book

I should just keep my head down

And my mouth shut

Better to be considered dumb

Than prove myself an idiot

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