I am to the point of
being sick of caring
about you.
It's mentally exhausting.
But the addiction is so
intoxicating that I
always stick around for
a little more.
Because you are all
of my curiosities
and wonders.
Every question I have
is for you.
You're in almost all
of my thoughts.
There I wrote it down,
so why can't I just say it?
Probably because it will
still never be good enough.