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Your touch carries the potion that cures all my alms

Are you magical?

Or am I needy?

Am I in love? Or are you a habit?

Are you the hole and I, the rabbit?

It’s stupid, trust me, I know,

to believe that a brush of your skin on mine leaves me inspired.

That when you ignore me, whatever the reason be,

even if it has nothing to do with me,

it makes me feel undesired.

That without you, my soul is tired

That without you, it feels like the Devil conspired

To drain me, to tame me, to command my heart, body, and mind

So that you touch, your feel, your voice makes me blind

Are you my siren that Satan hired?

It’s crazy, I know, to think love has me reined

To think that one look from you and I will be restrained

Tamed, contained, in the bliss of being proclaimed

My heart, maybe!

But I am not the sum of just my heart

Raging storms have a claim on my character,

Eccentric quirks on my persona,

Warmth and venom fraternize to rule me,

And that’s not about to change,

even though you now own a part

You now own a part of me, of mine,

You use up all the love that inside me I can find

But, isn’t love supposed to be forgiving and giving?

So, when you aren’t near me, why is my heart grieving?

I have fallen for you, there’s no doubt,

But I can’t figure what my insecurities are about!

My affections on display, yet my turmoil it can’t portray

Love or habit?

Attachment or affinity?

The existential crisis around my sentiments is the dilemma underway.