I know how this sounds,
Incredibly co-dependent,
But I feel like I’m drowning without you.

I can’t seem to shake the feeling that I’m lost in a fog, calling out for you but getting no reply.

Spice
Gotta scrub you from my mind
You make it hard to think
Make it hard to focus
You intoxicate me
I’m addicted to you
—And I gotta scrub you from my mind


Sugar
I am not a wordsmith,
and words do not pour off my
tongue like free flowing wine.

And all I am left to offer you,
is this poor excuse for a poem,
and the over spoken,
I love you.



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