A Lovely Parasite

To witness you is to burn,

to touch you is to die,

to die because of you

would be the loveliest way to go.

To lust over someone 

who could never love you

is a fate not wished upon your worst enemy,

but like the moth drawn to the flame,

my demise is sure.

overcome with an unbearable urge

to crawl on you and possess your eyes,

lips, your skin, mind and limbs

to become entwined in you hair and

 forever know your thoughts.

An Incessant urge to

 breathe the same air you breathe,

share your hopes and desires

to belong to you.

My adulterous inclination

eating away at my core,

like a ravenous parasite

 I'd never wish to be rid of.

This misery is my gift,

 my curse, and my reason to be.

When you are gone I wonder,

 what will become of me?