Case Of The Ex

Surprised that I still feel butterflies whenever your name crosses my mind. A beautiful nightmare that I should have known would bring about despair and yet I still chose not to care. An unyielding desire that sparked an erupting fire whose smoke was not returned. A painfully yearning, sinfully burning addiction, devastating affliction, heavily doped on the thought of love. A fatal attraction as I would have died trying to seek your satisfaction, still amazed by my dramatic reaction to your interest, distressed that I am still a mess every time you confess your feelings to me. Begging that you put my heart out of its misery. Refusing to fantasize about you and I in finer times, struggling against my need for reality and greed for optimism, often leading to a broken heart. Torn between wanting to work it out and knowing that we should be apart.