You break my heart,
question every ounce of my sanity.
Am i going crazy?
This crazy over someone who doesn't know my middle name
my skin color during Winter
or my favorite ice-cream flavor.
Why am I so concerned,
when all you care about is the type of underwear i'm wearing.
This is lust, not infatuation.
This is temporary, not concrete.
But this is me crying out for some desperate need of attention
from someone who doesn't even care to know my middle name.