Undecided I am As to whether or not obsessing over you is wrong I may never know If it must be wrong, then I only wrong myself For I am addicted to you, and it is not long before i feel the withdrawal Of your poisonous beauty Far more potent than any substance Far more desirable than any liquor
Thirsty for you I am As to whether or not the thirst is quenchable I may never know If it must go unquenched, I will surly die of thirst For I have had a dose of you, and so your poison will remain in my heart Until it gives way After my hit of you I desire no other After my fix of you I need another
I can not be rehabilitated Or cured thanks to you So i must adjust, and aspirations must be met I'll start off small, and see if you've noticed me yet
Conclusion or delusion I wonder in my state of euphoria I think obsessing over you is right for me Having learnt to embrace this love sickness you have brought unto me This feeling is human, so I must be too Well a man has needs, and what I need is you
This is an old poem I wrote at around age 16 during my final year of secondary school. Take what you will from this, I think I was way in over my head. At that age though you don't really understand that when you feel a certain way (about a girl or boy) and start to put stupid things in your body you are in for a whole world of confusion and conflicting emotions. I originally titled this piece 'Addicted to you' and wanted something more original so I wrote 'Are you back on it again?' as a reference to the typically crass, English question: Are you getting on it? (When a mate asks if you are involved with a girl or boy.)