How is it that the human mind is revered for its complexity,

Yet it can so easily be hooked on a single thing,

Ideas, drugs, alcohol, love,

Dissonance in our existence,

My hook of preference, love,

The one that cuts the deepest,

Should my hook read this, and get sheepish,

Don't delete this, please keep it,

Yes you cut the deepest, I've peeped this,

Just know that, I need this,

You don't make me whole,

You make me holes,

Where you cut is where I bleed,

These regions of myself that I can now see,

For blood is not just pain,

It is the realization that brings me to my knees,

I'm hooked on you,

Will you be hooked on me?