On and Off, I return.

I think forever I'll be waiting for the call back in your arms. No matter how many transfusions I undergo, you will plague me, running through my veins until I can break out or break up. You are my poison, despite the years that have remedied the distance between us, how many other hearts I linger to, I can hear yours loud and clear, truly, I'm addicted, I will never be healthy again. And although this would seem to scare me, it brings a smile to my face, to know that I can love without being loved.

Somehow you know me, while I'll spend my life wondering who you could possibly be, for I have only seen a glimpse of the perfection, but I am satisfied with that. Blind me to the flaws and mistaken lifestyles, I've decided ignorance is bliss.

Because I love...