Infatuation is a disease, a drug that I crave
I am addicted to the like
A lingering passion for someone I just met
A desire to peel back layers, to climb into your
innermost
To learn what it is that makes you, you
Infatuation is what drives me
Mad. Insane.
Staring at the wall, waiting for a sign
Any form of communication
Like a school boy with a school boy’s crush
It’s crippling actually
And unfettered by self-control, it would probably kill me
But if it does, I hope it kills you too
Because that would mean that you feel the same way that I
do
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