...being hit with a brick in the chest
So hard that it knocks the oxygen out of your lungs
The feeling of suffocation,struggling to catch your breath.

In the absence of her the brick resides within my sternum
Weighing so heavily I struggle to hold myself up
Leaning forward I can feel my soul pouring out.

To look at her is to still the brain
Much like an aneurism,drooling from the brain damage
That only a perfect creature such as she can cause.

I'm fatally in love and it hurts
But I couldn't walk away from it even if I wanted to
I'm addicted and she is my ******.