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


From me

His Addict