I want to be ill with the addiction I have of you
At least then I could hide away and blame my
Antisocial behaviour on the symptoms of loving you.

I could stay hidden and not have to face the responsibilities
The days hold, or the family meals with Fake, smiling faces and small talk.

I could avoid the holiday celebrations around me,
And swerve the blinding pain I get
When your name takes over my screen.

The pain I get when I think of how I love you.
And saying it for the first time makes it so much harder,
Because I know you do not feel the same.