You’re making inadequacy of my mind
thoughts of you restrain and confine
yearning to speak only of you
I should know that occasion is through
Evaporate! Depart! Leave!
Grant me distance and more hours to grieve
Secretly inside, you’re an iconic inferno
Combust, I crave you, do you even know?
It wasn’t fate or destiny
there is no “you and me”
loneliness shrouds my intellect
you have a disturbing disease effect
I wish your image faded
to pronounce me elated
shattered. Incomplete. Internal ache.
My infatuation keeps me awake
but I survived if you would just go
when you’re gone, I’ll miss you so