What It Feels Likes With The Promise To Abstain. Poem by Adedolapo Olisa

The telephone in my room is calling me
my hands are quivering and shivering
my heart- divided!
I just want to talk to you
hear your voice and your laugh
imagine your smile as I hear your pronunciation
a friend you are but a dear one in so short a while
I ask myself ' can a friend be so dear in so short a while? '
I can't help it but I gave my words
when it is a good feeling the buts of our relationship make it a sour sensation that I must swallow
I rest on the pillow all I see is the telephone
when it rings I always wish you were the caller
when I call others, I wished there was no restriction to my access to you
I scratch my head, I want to dissolve this mountain and resolve the rock
but as always I know that drinking this content will not deter me from wanting more ' but it isn't sweet? '
but it is like alcohol say maybe even root beer
I just like the feel not necessarily the taste.
You are more addictive to me than anything I take in
it's almost a month now and I am still not through with your thought
the worst days I have now are days I see you pass by
as they just rekindle a flame but that burns not to destruction
Love is blue, I think but in my case with you also flammable
cool as the colour for it's depiction but even so cruel
everyday I want see tommorrow quickly so the days can increase
I blame noone, not even you but solely me
' I wish, I wish, I wish'
I want to just walkaway from the thought but someway I find myself been in the core of the thought
If I had a gun, I guess I might have blown my head away
so much contrats between what my brains signal that my members do and what my mind permits.
I keep remembering- 'You gave your words'.