by Victoria Puffer
I’m running out of things to say but that has never stopped me before.
I’ll keep repeating the same phrases the same words the same memories,
I’ll keep talking keep writing.
I want to stay in my mind, in this obsession, I want to soak in it.
I want to think about you, and you, and nothing but you.
I want you more than food more than light more than I want to breathe.
I lost a part of myself when I knew I wanted you and I love it
They say love makes you crazy, does that mean this is love?