If I had to compare you to anything at all,
I would say you are like Oxygen.
They say it mainly keeps us all lively,
But it also poisons us all at a slow rate.
So if I had to pick a thing for you to be,
I imagine you are my own O eight.

Here’s how my mind fathoms you in its roll,
Here’s how I think you take your toll.
I need you and You need me,
I use you to hear, understand, see.
When you are near I concur to happiness,
When too close I edge towards madness,
More often than not it comes to the latter,
But in short, to me, you matter.

Your side effects are less plausible though,
A presence like yours makes me feel low:
Your features give my being a name,
Your smarts give people like me a fame.
When you are near I lose sight of me,
Start to think deprecating thoughts ultimately.

The usual questions come first to me:
Who would want someone like me, surely?
What if the geek in me scares him next?
What if he hates books or even texts?
The next questions come later when you have left
When my conscience returns and my heart is bereft:
Why does an idiot like me even try to imagine it,
Why do I let this love consume me bit by bit?

So you see, like oxygen I need you in any possible way,
Like O eight, I am captivated by you every second of the day,
‘Tis a shame, however, that you come with inner despair,

                              You are toxic and don’t even care.