I'm losing focus.
Intake becomes more,
It becomes heavy.
The petals of the rose seem brighter,
The green grass more vivid.
I can be anything.
This is what he's turned me into.
Heeding his advice,
following in his footsteps.
I wonder why I love him,
I wonder why I'm attached.
But I'm not blind.
I know it's wrong,
He keeps me alive.
My eyes are open
Living, breathing, seeing.
I know it's bad,
not really society's favorite thing
But I love it.