sick love

Inspiration in human form I am infatuated with your touch I am obsessive I have become compulsive, neurotic I would kill on your command I worship your god like ways You have cultivated mass emotions These foreign feelings devour me alive Speak so I can understand the unexplainable Your words pierce through the clouds of confusion I want to be the reason you smile The last person you see I wish I was the first person you ever saw Your eyes tell stories Your presence is overwhelming needed I am in need of your attention And I would do anything to always have it