The thrill of loving you
is making me see
through the dark
The pain of seeing you
is murdering
my soul
The pleasure of feeling you
is keeping me
high, all the time
The chance of having you
is keeping me
alive, for now
The hope of being yours
is playing games
with my mind
The dream of kissing you
is driving me
madly insane
The reality of us
is making me
deeply depressed
But the faith of your passion
is bringing me back
so mysteriously- Hedonist Poet