You are what I love
And crave for so badly that nothing's ever enough.
Somehow creeping to my head,
that it's for the best of me.
Complicated, it gets.
My choices are weakening, I'm not that person anymore.
Delusional, I'm going.
For that thing speaks louder than my sounds of pain.
A joy that never lets me rise,
I'm somehow in the middle.
Of what's right and wrong,
Letting nothing else matter but you.
It's so suffocating.
But I just can't overpower what I let inside of me.
Oh you are what I love yes,
even though I know it's not healthy...
June Bugg- Thanks, it was a little reaosn for the title. Tyrone- Aw! I'm really glad I picked this time too. And your welcome. I had this problem too, not with a drug but with a person. I think this was the hardest for me to write. Thanks. Frank- Thanks so so so much. I was hoping that'd happen!
Hi Life, This is a little beauty. You've captured the madness of love. I really enjoyed reading this one. Your first and last lines bookend the verse brilliantly. Frank
This one is great, but can be better executed! Think over again and I bet you can produce a even better version.
Melody, thanks deeply for understanding. I did, even though it turned out very simple. I'm very glad that I could show how much wrong someone could feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can connect with this poem and it has a strong meaning. You did a good job and it seems like you worked very hard on this.