Intoxicated, Love

Unable to find the kind of word to describe the ways you stay on my mind

Hell, addicted may not be the right word 

But maybe the word I’m trying to find hasn’t been heard 

of…

Yet.

Shit, maybe the right word goes unheard because the gravity of such is just too much

Or maybe the right word goes unheard because the universe would touch the Earth’s curves 

In search of you. 

So maybe I’ll have to settle for a little word called love.

Because, baby, that’s something I am all of the time no matter the hype

Or the night

Or the right 

Word. 

Unheard of, but felt despite the inability to express

Just…

The ways in which thoughts of you intoxicate my soul.

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