Is this it?
I think I want to quit.
Me and you, just don't fit,
But I'm the only one to admit.

A graze and a gaze,
While my mind
Is a haze.
Love, indulgence,
Only a phase.
Fondness itself,
Never pays.
Never stays.

What I want,
Turns to what I need.
In my subconscious, you haunt,
And from my dreams, I feed.
I follow wherever imagination leads,
But every victim pleads.