Here is a response I must give but cannot give to whom must receive it.
You feed the need.
A yawning dark and deep emptiness that lies within.
devouring everything it touches
dragging to its depths
an eternity of punishing hunger, wild and intense
gnawing away at the fabric of my mind, an emptiness that desires you
your presence,your warmth, your smell, your very soul.
to placate, to fill
I crave for you.
a yearning so maddening, it is frightening
But even as you fill, you increase the emptiness. crazed and rabid, I desire you still.
an ache as tangible as it is visceral
as painful as it sooths
as though I am caught in a fevered dream
tell me my perception from your reality
you feed the need, even as you cause the hunger still.

To you my thoughts do fly,
To carry these words in
The blink of an eye.

What words and thoughts you may ask.
Well I hadn't thought of that when I began this task.

I only wished for you to know,
My feelings will remain the same
For it matters not how many times you go.

Heavens know I love you with a lot of my heart
But you only love me so long as the car is in park.
You're neither here nor there; but mostly you're there.

Until you come around with pom and pageantry, acting like you never left.

Oh, look who the wind blew in.
In through the door and out through the window.

We both know you don't aim to stay,
So do your damage and go away.
Your kinda love, a girl can do without.

Speed up, roll out, breaks to the curve.
Everybody duck, everybody duck
Long legged, mac daddy is coming about.

We both know you don't aim to stay,
So drive by lover
go on
Hurry up and drive away..

I spend my days, in a haze, daydreaming
About somebody else's man.
I've got my head in the clouds and my heart soaring wild.
I spend my time daydreaming, about a man that aint mine.

I sit and I wonder, about the taste of his lips
I've seen him a time or two dozen around the way.
I watch as he go, to and fro, everyday
And I keep a wonder, wondering when its gonna be my turn.

I spend my days, in a haze, daydreaming
About somebody else's man.

Hello, hello old friend!
How's the weather up there on thy lofty perch?

Does it neither thunder nor rain?
Do you too not experience unexpected storms that toss and tumble things about just so?

Does your upturn nose not itch from the stench of your own narcissism?
Do you not fear the arbitrary nature of your own will, that it should grow a life of its own and tumble you down like a potted plant from a high rise window sill ?

Does your *** not hurt from how stiffly you sit? Fixed in your stance, relying solely on your own crooked opinions?

Hello, hello old friend!
Do your ears belie the sound of the condescension in your voice
And your eyes blinded by your own pretence to hide you from yourself?

Oh,
no wonder you cannot see further than your nose.