Does my love drive you crazy?
Do I make you insane?
Does my desire to hold you
Cause your heart too much pain –
Crap.
I’m not a poet.
I’m not creative.
I’m nothing.
At least to you.

You’ll never see me the way I see you. Hell, you’ll never love me the way I love you. You lust after me but the definition of lust is “a very strong sexual desire” and I want so much more than that, I always will.

But there’s a catch, I can’t leave.

I’m so in love with you. I’m so in love with the way your left eye brow slightly raises every single time you smell anything you enjoy smelling. I fall for you every time I see the way your dimples show when I take you to dinner and we eat the chocolate cake from your favorite restaurant. I’m so in love with the way I can see myself in the reflection of your brown eyes and how it reminds me that you once saw me and only me. I’ve become this overdramatic, attention seeking girl and I’m sorry that I can’t help it. I’m sorry that I try too hard to make you look at me instead of the girl standing across the street but the truth is you never will and I’ll never be able to accept that. I’ll never be able to let you go because without you there is no us and us is the only reason I’m still breathing.

Every time I see your eyes wander away from mine I think:
Please, don’t leave me for the girl across the street, I can cook.
Please, don’t cheat on me, I know every freckle on your body better than God.
Please, don’t shatter my heart because without you… well, there’s nothing without you.

When you say my name, my heart beats twice as fast.
When you so much as graze my skin, the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
When the hair on the back of my neck stands up I think about the way you kiss my neck.
When I think about the way you kiss my neck I think about the first time we kissed.
And I remember why I fell for you all over again but then I can’t find myself to let my heart find it’s normal pace because I am so addicted to the way you affect me.

I am so absolutely and totally insane for the way your voice echoes through my ears when you sing in the car or when we shower together. When I find you passed out on my couch after a long day of work, I become content with you not telling me hello that day because at least you came home to me, right? At least you’re here and I can hold you for as long as I want.

I can accept that you just want me because I care for you.
I know you only stay because of the way you always come first.
As long as you’re here, I will be too.