Despite breaking up with you,
You have captivated my heart.
I cannot operate without thinking about you.
Dreams of kissing you, making we wish
That I were with you.
These things haunt me, making me depressed.
I still hope that you love me,
Because I still want you.
Someone to hold, and someone to make you feel better
But, these thoughts only make me feel worse.
Call it what you want, but you are a rare person to understand me.
That’s one of the reasons why I still love you.
You were a rare one indeed,
Because you made me truly happy,
And not many a person can do just that.
Your presence penetrates all of me,
Making me weak, wanting to be by your side.
I’m almost crying when I write this,
Because I fear that I’ve lost you
Leaving me sad, alone, and cold
(For the first time)
Making me lose what little sense I had.
Making the world look grim, dismal, and hoping for a change
I saw that change in you.
Something that I could hope for
Someone to want to be around.
Possibly to be with in later years,
Looking back at the past,
While watching the children from down the street play.
(But, that insight looks grim)
If you needed, I would give my life to save you from your enemies
To aid you when you needed,
To be that hand to help you up,
To be the pillar of strength when you needed it.
Also, to be that loving man when it was needed.
But, I see where your sights lie.
I must say that I’d still do almost anything for you,
But maybe that won’t matter in the following weeks.
Maybe, I’ll just forget what has happened,
And move on,
But you are still on my mind,
Like a plague, but not hurting my body.
Just making me feel like you are a part of me
A part that I cannot operate without.