at the thought of your eyes
my heart beats
with either agony
or ecstasy.
you only exist in my head,
because to my face,
your face
doesn't really tear my heart to shreds.
and i don't know why i obsess..
maybe its because these feelings
-worn and not new-
are a habit.
you're a habit.
your a stranger.
and i'm in danger
of never being happy again.