I want you.

You’ve taken residence in my mind.

You’ve ignited my bones with the fire that you breathe.

I am paralyzed, stood drained of words whenever you are near or whenever I am probed to speak of you.

I cannot throw you out because you weigh more than I could push. I don’t know what you think of me, but I think I know you know I want you.

I don’t even know what colour your eyes are, I have a feeling that they change, which is a sign that maybe I will be chasing you forever.  I am not in love, but I am obsessed. 

I want you.