Old Love

My love for you grows in my brain
like the roots of an old oak tree,
entangling and destroying
everything that I should be.

I have loved you for over 20 years
along with the brutal pain,
That burns down deep inside of me
like a moth when it flies to a flame.

Still I find myself always running back
to your condescending charms,
Attaching myself closely to you
causing my body more harm.

I have lost all those around me
because of my need of you,
They just don't seem to understand
the relationship between us two.

For me you are like an old past love
the one that keeps coming back,
Who makes me feel all tingly and warm
and smooths out all the cracks.

As I lay you now on my table
all pretty, white and round,
I can only gaze at the sheer beauty
that only moments ago I found.

You were hidden deep in my carpet
not far from where I sit,
How long that you had been waiting there
I cannot figure yet.

My twitching now grows stronger
as I swallow down my pain,
I am freezing, I am sweating
of which there is no refrain.

I have been awake for days now
alone with turmoil and grief,
For it seems you have stolen my soul
like a well- versed  thief.

I wait with much anticipation
for your magic to finally start,
To end this horrible withdrawal
and take me out of the dark.

I know that you will only be here
for a few hours at the most,
So I sit back and wait with a smile
knowing you love me the most.