[confusion] clouds my vision

as these [thoughts] plague me

[musings] of

touching him

feeling him

kissing him

once again...

he's bad for me

i know

they've told me

countless times before

they've likened me to a drug that he needs

but why can't they see

that he's the same to me?

reconciliation nags me

but [pride] won't allow me

as my perception and intuition

insists that they are [correct]

in the fact

that he is, indeed, ignoring me

i wonder if he yearns for me, as well,

behind closed doors

i doubt it though.

would he care if i [apologized]

and [justified]?