LOVE, AN ADDICTION

Love, and addiction

an oxytocin infection

unprepared for such

Sans warnings

Sans labels

untaught by anyman

Losing mind,

Losing sanity,

an earworm for the crimson stone

With the head wrapped upon you

Upon your face, Upon your smile

upon your eyes

The rush, the high

Those feelings excite

Nothing compares to

Dreams of you

Reality incomparible

The mind's vast a world

Where only you exist

A world, a cage

I sometimes confuse

A dream with no dawn

Freedom's Intangible

Where do I exist

My thoughts

Not my own anymore

Wake up! Wake up!

To find myself

In silence...

It's quiet now, so empty

feelings now hollow

The mundane's a new low

I crashed and I weep...

Withdrawal missing you

No, Thoughts of you

Feelings of thoughts of you

Was it even you?

or a state of hysteria

Love, my all consuming delusion.

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