Being in Love is the worst drug

Being in Love is the worst drug
It has no antidote
It has to die inside you
And you may survive
Despite your own wish.
Being in love
When you are not loved back
Or being in love
When the other
Is already far forgotten
Being in love
Counting minutes
Remembering little things
Fighting yourself to Please Say Something
When the mind demands
That the only self-caring thing
Would be to stay away...
Being in love
In the face of coldness
When the other
Doesn't count the times together
When the other may care
But not like you do
When you want to cry
But its long past that
Too empty
Because far gone
You've left your Soul
Hoping
Trusting
And now
The emptiness
Will consume you whole
If only...
Being in love with you
Oh I remember
The touch of your arms, holding
The shape of your face, sleeping
It's worthy
My Life.

Nataliya Nozharova
Feb 10 2008
LA