Control

Sometimes we all are a little out of control.

Is it strange I hold my breath

when you walk into the room?

Is it strange that I hurt

when I'm not around you?

No.

You're supposed to feel this way.

But,

It scares me.

The heavy breathing

The constent desire

The fluttering heart

The weak knees

The heavy breathing.

I can barely control my mind

for it moves so rapidly.

I long for you as a vamipre longs for blood.

As a parched man seeks water.

You are the very sustance of my soul.

And I hate you for it.