so here i am trying this writing app
my mind is on you -- your my crack
it makes my head foggy and i cant think this way
my thoughts are jumbled and its random what i say
then you go and leave me in withdrawal
You should know that i cant think at all
but only when you're here.
Love is so enigmatic, yet so dear
it's the oldest, purist addiction.
This relationship is a contradiction
your fifteen minutes, your half an hour,
all that i devour
but baby, the more i feed, the more i want
we dont see each other so the people taunt
but my desires are simple: feed me feed me feed me
i eat the words that flow, flow from your mouth
there's never enough to please me.

The End

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