I'm on a diet of tylenol and tears
But that doesn't stop the pain you cause my dear.
As much as I want you, I know I should stop,
And your constant flirting makes me want to drop
Every day that goes by hurts me more;
I'm thinking of you as I clean out this store.
You might as well be a ghost, so far away from me.
I just wish that I could make you see
how much I want you andhow much I care.
How much it is that I want you here.
How much of my time is spenting thinking of you.
All this ******* *******. It makes me blue.
This was written while on some extremely strong painkillers for a toothache while simultaneously having feelings about a girl. No editing was done on this poem after I was off the mind altering painkillers. Don't do drugs, kids.