It hurts to look at you.
It hurts when I don't.
I hate to desire you.
I hate it with unquantifiable passion.
I can no longer remember life without you.
And I remember the day I met you.
But I don't remember the day you started forming part of me.
I don't remember how it happened.
It's like smoking or caffeine, you know?
A day is not 24 hrs after them.
A day is a pack of cigarettes.
A day is a cup of coffee.
And you can't remember what is like life without them.
That's how you are.
Are you a drug?
Doubtful.
Are you addictive?
Certainly.


I think, feel, breath, taste you, every second...