Reality of the fake.
Through my greatest mistake.
A rush deep in my veins.
Hormonal imbalance inside-
Your absence catalyses the pain.
Addict without substance.
And so long I continually yearn
Only a glimpse of your fragrance.
Analogous to hypertension.
Aided by this excruciating rush,
This goes far beyond an obsession
Into the stormy hue.
I can’t hold myself together
Just not when I’m missing you!
Starting the week off with some love 💖💖💖
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