Constant Craving...

...so I denied thoughts of him.
I suppressed the desire to speak his name
I ran from his presence.

At some point anything dies
If you starve it, right?

The need intensified
The longing only deepened

Like an open wound.

Though it was buried
It solidified, rather than decomposed.

The passion grew and grew.

It won't go away.

A great affection.
A constant craving.



That is all.