I am deeply distraught.
My mind is consumed of you.
Thoughts of our past conversations saturate.
Fascination has become a drug.
I am hooked.
The more I try and not think about you,
I find myself.
Is there any cure?
Rehabilitation comes in the form of life:
Get a hobby
Change my ways, hair, glasses, everything.
I am sure that you would not even recognize me anymore.
Magnify my conscience,
And you will see I'm addicted.
Copyright ©2006 ERIKA HUDSON
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