impossible beauty and appeal,
oh how my eyes longed.
and wanted,
and needed - my overkill.

you are my physical drug, of course
i would eat you alive.
but who am i to you?

distant stares fulfills hunger
of infatuation,
of attraction.

yes, nothing more. a male impotence -
shallowness. trademarked and copyrighted.

i want to own you, nonetheless,
and when i get bored,
give me three days
and i will get over you.

ooh, i just changed another shoelace.

it's just one of those days when you want it but you actually don't.

confusing isn't it?