I think of you as an obsession
An addiction
A drug I'm not sure is bad for me yet
Because it makes me sad and angry, it makes me feel
Making me feel things I didn't know before
Makes me feel like screaming and laughing
So if you asked me how I felt about you
God knows I've no idea
My heart needs you, not a want anymore
Maybe I want you so much it became a need
But for now, let my heart wish and hold hope close
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
