He takes over my being
and I submit.
I cry over him, dream about him
I let him consume me
In my lackadaisical mind,
I enjoy it.

You could say I wasn't coping,
But these fallacies engulf my subconscious,
coating my nerves like a drug.

He gives me sunlight when even moonlight is shy,
I am grateful to his blissful oblivion
though I would prefer will,
I shall still abandon everything else for him,
Only him,
My drug,
My sun,
My being

And yet.
Do I merely dream these dreams of love?