Why is it that all I want is you?

Why do I think about you in everything that I do?

So many people I can reach out and grab.

Yet all I can think of is the love we had.

Short of breath and flowing tears.

A haunting whisper, its your voice I hear.

You, you’re both my bane and my bliss,

Yet only bliss when I feel your kiss.

Your name haunts my mind.

But soon will I find?

When it runs through again,

Will I just get fucked up and spend,

Another night without you?

No more words of “I love you too”?

I look at our star

And I know I still have your heart.

Matthew Drangsland