I don’t know if it’s good

But I love him more

More than what?

 

Life itself

Not exactly

 

He is life

But how could that be

 

Is he my all?

That does limit

 

For there is

Nothing in it

 

But even if

This does not make sense

 

I figure

Perhaps too much time is spent

 

Thinking about

Him in various ways

Hanging off every word he says

 

I’d be so distracted

But he is strict

Confessions

From me

His Addict

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