In the solitude of the night
I obsessed about you
You know, everything about you
Your smell and stride and bubbly highs.
Everyone has their weakness,
And everyone knows that mine is you.
This infatuation is infuriating
I have no space in my mind,
Every ounce of my awakened day,
Absorbed in reliving your smile.
But really, how, can love be so painful?
So neurotic in an unbounded reality
Where all is possible and impossible at the same time,
Where delusions are comforting, in noon-apple dreams.
In the solitude of the night, my soul,
called out for help to be released,
A prison I created to house you and your memory,
A jury vindicating you one by one, but never, not me,
Before I let it all go,
I wanted to hear you one more time,
Vivacious and contagious,
I’m unfathomably blind
So, I outstretched on the bedroom floor,
With my ear to the ground,
Hoping my mind would revive,
My romanticized muse, of exorbitant price.
So it goes on and on and in never ending circles,
I might perhaps ruminate tonight,
And try again tomorrow,
To redeem my soul from this captivating fright.
But just today, and tonight, let me enjoy
Consumed and plagued,
Haunted and daunted,
Engrossed and monopolized,
To hold fast to your memory,
This childhood sweetheart of mine.