This Cruel Love

Sometimes love burns so hot

In your veins that it consumes

All rational thought.

You become a walking shell

That can no longer function

Without your significant other

Whispering into your soul,

Telling your heart to beat.

MY OBSESSION IS MY LOVE

Why do I always find myself thinking of you?
From dawn through the day to dusk
The sleepless nights are my best
I twist and turn through lonely nights
Tormented soul tortured inside
But you don’t even know something that is true
That right now I am cursed with the desire of u

The interesting thing about this
Is that you don’t have a clue
That you are mine inside my head
But outside, you are you
Inside my head, I do what I want
And so you’re mine without a choice
I like it better inside my mind because
Outside my head, you’re on your own
You speak with your own voice
Inside my head, you are tied down
Because I won't let you go

It bothers me to see you with someone else
I guess you'd say it's jealousy
I stayed awake last night
Thought about what to do to make it right
I try to express how I feel about you and
The only words I can think of or ever find is
I’m obsessed with you

I desire to be with you.

I miss you.

I feel lonely

When I can't see you.

I am obsessed with you,

Fascinated by you,

Infatuated with you.

I hunger for your taste, your smell

The feel of your soul touching mine.

Why Does Your Heart Hurt...When You Love Someone

 She loved him, 

And her heart was breaking.

If she had known

How much it hurts to love someone,

She never would have

Given away her heart.

But it wasn't a question of giving

as much as falling.

When your throat starts to burn,

And your heartbeat speeds up,

When your stomach tightens,

And your lungs close up,

When your tears rush to your eyes 

Faster than you ever dreamed possible,

That's the worst pain you will ever feel,

That's your heart breaking.

To burn with desire 

And keep quiet about it 

Is the greatest punishment 

We can bring it on ourselves.

Unrequited love does not die; 

It's only beaten down 

To a secret place where 

It hides, curled and wounded. 

For some unfortunates, 

It turns bitter and mean, 

And those who come after 

Pay the price for the hurt 

Done by the one who came before.