Once upon a midnight dreary, while

I pondered weak and weary,

I thought about him,

In a room so dim,

A room so lifeless,

 All I could think of was his likeness,

Is it healthy to think of someone this much,

Maybe I’m too obsessed,

He makes me so stressed,

But it feels so lovely,

To know my heart is heavy,

Love is tough,

Especially when it’s only lust,

Only want,

Only taunt.

 -Rohmee Mathe