You

Sometimes we meet the one and we let them slip past our fingers.

You're funny, I've always loved that about you. 

No matter how sad, you could always make me laugh. 

You made me feel things I've never felt before. 

You make me feel everything more. 

Sometimes you make me want to pass out drunk on the bathroom floor. 

Sometimes you make me feel like I'm on Cloud 9. 

High up in the sky, yet I always come back down to you. 

Somehow, I always find my way back to you.

Our roads cross and intertwine and mine always seems to get knotted in yours.

In every breath I inhale, I taste your name. 

In every breath I exhale, I scream it.

Silent screams of eternal damnation of simply wanting you.

Always wanting you.... I still want you.

So, I shoot a text your way hoping for the best, but expecting nothing at all.

Not a call, not a text, not a damn thing.

And it could kill me, it could drive me mad, but I don't let it. 

I'm not the same girl I used to be.... I'm better now.

Like a wine that's better with time, I'm better with you. S**t!

I think of you throughout the day, but not to the point of obsessing over a text anymore.

I can't wait to know what you want anymore.

I want you. Want me.

I want you to want me, but I want you to want to want me.

Everything is like a complex sonnet that sounds simple to the ear, but all musicians know its hard to play.

Much like the game of tug-a-war between us, its hard to play.

I want to kiss your lips.

I want to show you how I've changed.

I want to show you all the new tricks I've learned.

I'm not the same, I'm better.

I can get better, but it needs to be with you.

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You've described what is known as "limerence". The agonizing feeling of love- one which falsely gives you a moment of euphoria and leaves with a gnawing need for the one you've become so weak for. A time which leaves you drenched and depleted, only to leave you with newer experiences about yourself.