Caught up
I keep thinking of ways to keep you entertained. Memories continue to haunt me now more than ever. I can feel you slipping through my fingers as if I ever had a firm grip to begin with. I've got my secret count down and can't help but focus on every second. Clock ticking, seconds dragging, until I can have you just one more time. Can I be satisfied with just one more taste? Doubtful, you are like nicotine. Just one more drag won't give me the fix I've become accustom to. Liquid courage is no longer necessary. Comfort with you has become undeniable. I keep waiting, thinking as time passes the object of your affection has gradually become me. If you need pining lessons, you've come to the right place. I'm the expert.