He's my addiction.
My obsession.
I thrive for him.
I need him.
I miss him.
He's not here.
And my heart keeps snapping.
I try to keep myself busy but nothing works.
The only cure is him.
I'm lovesick.
Like a lovesick puppy.
There's a physical, emotional and mental emptiness in me.
A hole that only he can fill.
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PoetryAll pieces of poetry are based off true stories; Give credit; Hope you relate and I think most will; I <3 you guys; Thanks Keys; Love your Keeper Of The Keys
