I'm a teetotaler, but still i'm drunken and intoxicated by you; caught in the fly trap and cobwebs of your thoughts.
Its like an addiction and a bad habit i can't go a day without.


Why did you leave me,
i can't figure it out.
You went, and now I'm cold.
I miss you like my childhood.
I thought you wanted to stay with me and bless my days.
I hope you come back soon.


I'm always thinking of you,
its like an hobby to me,
as sketching is to an artist.
I have no idea how i got so attached to you; to your thoughts.


When the night wakes, and the moon emerges, i find my self drowning in a pool of your reflection.


I need to stop these thought rituals.
I cant think straight when i see your pictures,
then imagine when I'm standing right in front of you.


You make me feel as if i'm abnormal.
You send lightening to my heart.
You give me goose bumps.
You make my body shiver.
You give me chills; Fever and
You make my hands go dead cold.


I know, i know these are all bad for my health, but i swear, i love it when you make me feel the way i do.