What you are to me...

You question my love
By asking 

why you write so much about me
I'm not angry at all of such notion
because its all you in my mind
its all you whom I seek.

you're the diversion
you're the center of thought
you're the poet's muse
you're the conscience of doing what i ought

You question my attitude
saying nothing at all about me
I feel pain in my heart
but i forget about it easily

You are like a needle

Or like a knife

stabbing my heart continuously

And i Love that pain

Which I know will subside.

I don't know

Why do I endure you

So much and so more

What I have become

It's exactly like

Sea for the shore