What can I say?
I’m addicted to you.
No ill effects yet,
So I’ll continue to be addicted to you.
I thought I kicked the habit,
Of thinking of you,
As I immerse myself deeper,
In the image of you.
A pseudo-you pasted on my wall,
In my heart,
Filling the temporary void,
Reserved for you.
I tell everyone,
It’s the pseudo-you I am after,
But inside,
The truth holds dear.
When I finally saw you again,
I found my will power spent,
I think of you now,
All the more, like I used to.
I want to find a way,
To be close,
Closer to you,
So there is a chance of something.
I keep relatively quiet,
Hoping that our phone conversations,
Cleverly give me away,
Like a kid back in high school.
And I know,
There is nothing that can be done,
Since we are 500 miles away,
But I would sure like to try.
Anything bluntly said,
Would probably result in fear,
Disbelief in my approach,
Or ex-communication.
I don’t want it to happen,
But I would like you to know,
Just how I feel now,
To know you feel something.
I’m addicted to you.
No ill effects yet,
So I’ll continue to be addicted to you.
I thought I kicked the habit,
Of thinking of you,
As I immerse myself deeper,
In the image of you.
A pseudo-you pasted on my wall,
In my heart,
Filling the temporary void,
Reserved for you.
I tell everyone,
It’s the pseudo-you I am after,
But inside,
The truth holds dear.
When I finally saw you again,
I found my will power spent,
I think of you now,
All the more, like I used to.
I want to find a way,
To be close,
Closer to you,
So there is a chance of something.
I keep relatively quiet,
Hoping that our phone conversations,
Cleverly give me away,
Like a kid back in high school.
And I know,
There is nothing that can be done,
Since we are 500 miles away,
But I would sure like to try.
Anything bluntly said,
Would probably result in fear,
Disbelief in my approach,
Or ex-communication.
I don’t want it to happen,
But I would like you to know,
Just how I feel now,
To know you feel something.
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