You’re back.
Back when I least
Expected you.
You.
I never realized how much
I missed you.
Your face,
Your eyes,
Your lips,
Your scent.
Everything about you
Is overwhelming
Like sensory overload
Taking over my senses,
Taking control of my body
You’re intoxicating
And without you
I feel incomplete.
But with you,
I feel hurt, pain
Crushed.
It's impossible to live with you
But I know I would be much better
Without you.
But I can't seem to cut the cord,
To throw away the pack.
You may never know
How I truly feel about you.
But please,
Just stay with me.
About the Creator
Nina Pierce
just a lonely cat girl, pursuing a masters in counseling
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