I was never meant to give in.
I was never meant to rely on him.
But once he came into my possession,
He turned into my worst obsession.

They say love is butterflies,
Sparks flying,
Heart fluttering,
Skin igniting,

But it's not.

It's that queasy feeling,
Countless dreaming,
Endless thinking,
Midnight craving,
Badly needing
Him.

Staying up all night
Thinking of his eyes
Only to fall asleep
And dream of him more.

That feeling at the bottom of my stomach,
Staring at the image of him
That appeared when I closed my eyes,
Having a hunger that food cannot help,
Talking cannot help,
His warm embrace only.

The feelings becomes bigger
And I cannot stop it.
It eats my insides
And I beg for him.
It hurts so much it grieves me.
My insides scream for his hold.

Wanting him like crazy,
So much it weakens me.
Feeding on his words,
Falling deeper and deeper
Into his touch.

He is that constant thought
I can't get rid of.
But I didn't want to.

Just looking at him
Made my insides swirl.
Him holding my hand made me melt.
His face slowly became my world.
As did his words.

He made me feel so weak,
But I didn't care-
He was there to catch me.

He knew I starved for him bad.
I didn't just want him-
I needed him.

I couldn't get enough of him.
I was desperate for his touch.
He was an endless craving,
My craving.
I wanted him so much.