Love is not that simple.
Love in not that simple to me.
Other people experience it as
Something fresh, pleasant and joyful.
I experience it as
a rebirth, dreading and overall painful.
Love,
For me,
Turns into obsession.
Turns into wanting to be apart of your physical being.
Turns into a burning pain due to how much I crave and desire.
Love,
For me,
Is sickening.
My daily functions depend on your admiration of me.
My mind, body and soul depends on your overall happiness.
Love,
For me,
Becomes my entire identity.
I am not me if I don’t have or possess you.
I am meaningless without love.
Is this healthy?
No, it isn’t.
But it’s the only way I thrive within my being.
The Paramour 