Someday you will love me, said the hopeless lover.
Someday you will get over me, said the reckless loner.

Someday you would want to come back, said the heartbroken mistress,
Someday doesn’t exist in my head, said the cheating husband.

Someday I will find my soulmate said the hopeful maiden,
Someday, they will know your worth, said her loving bestfriend.

I turned you into art
And my mind fed.
It breathed hard and hearts exploded in red and pink.
Beautiful really,
And I can’t ever be silent now I know you exist.

"love-sick"
I mean
I suppose love is a disease.

there are the symptoms,
the racing heart
constant thoughts,
and if your a writer
countless poems dedicated to them
or your love.

I suppose love is a disease
but if its you,
its not one I would mine
having.

I crave her caress.
Desire her love.

She is perfection in the flesh.
An angel made human.

She makes me want to be better.
Makes me want to change.

Her touch makes me shiver.
While her smile warms my soul.

My heart picks up,
when she looks my way.

I could get lost in her eyes.
Every single day.

Over and over again.
I’ll love her till the end of time.

This beautiful woman,
who will never be mine.

While waking up,
in that dream state of mine.
I imagined that you texted me,
and my heart leaped.