I love you
Like a dog loves a flea-
Nibbling and scratching
Until my skin is barren and red.
I need you
Like a thorn in my foot
Deeper with every step
And increasingly painful.
I want you
Like a hypochondriac with an illness
Obsessing about the next symptom
Until my terminal demise.
5 thoughts on “True Love”
Wow, that’s pretty deep Tamara. I Love it !! Good job.
like this and nicely done…:)
Oh – you got it BAAAAD, girl! 😉
or more to the point ( from what you write) is seems like IT has ‘got’ you.. need to watch that methinks.
You are way smarter than that( it)
Ah, obsession. A topic I am familiar with. Thanks for popping by my blog. I hope you enjoyed your stay.
ah, sweet limerence!