Just, Don't Tell Me

To be obsessed

Is not romantic

I must confess

It borders manic

Tell me I’m addicted

Tell me it's unjust

Tell me I'm afflicted

Tell me that it's lust

Just please don't tell me this is love!

What's the reason

Someone explain

My appetite for treason

My predilection for this pain

The magnetisms real

Pheromones be damned

The attraction that I feel

Is not secreted from a gland

Please don’t tell me this is love.

Our interests aren’t aligning

We’re different by degrees

But I can’t see past the pining

The forest for the trees

Decades have passed

But the cravings linger

Damn this forest!

I’ll turn it to timber

Please, this can't be love.

It's too much

I crave your attention

A sensual touch

Or more I wont mention

It's useless

Incapable to tame

I'm out of excuses

It's not love... its shame.

Please, this isn't love.

Drunk on your toxicity

Intoxicated fully

Flirting with duplicity

I risk my matrimony

I’m embarrassed - can’t you see

So I can barely stand!

Your betrothals not to me

And me …a married man.

Please, please, please...

And yet you taunt!

You ride this line as well

Shamelessly you flaunt

And keep me in your spell

The final killing blow

Is that you feel it too

You wrote that you crave me

As much as I crave you...

Please...