All my poems are about you lately because I thought it would help. I thought it would force me to think more clearly, but all it's done is bring you to my mind more often, and it's getting to the point where I can't breathe. It would be an understatement if I said I'm desperate for your attention. I'm paralyzed by the thought of you not loving me, I didn't know that it was possible for my heart to hurt this much. How is it possible for human beings to be so addictive? How could I not see that it would end this way? I used to make fun of girls who would get so caught up on boys, because they seemed so dramatic. But now that I've tasted your lips and felt your love all I can think is please, just stay, just stay, just ******* stay.

-h.w.