Intruder (more lovesick poetry)


Intruder

 

Real-world interrupted.
Every waking moment stolen.
Last night you invaded my dreams.
You’re an intruder in my life –
my distracted brain a hostage.
Is my restless mind a curse
or a guilty pleasure?
You’re unbearable
and intoxicating.
Everything else can wait
because I love every minute of it.
I don’t want to let you go
but I never really had you in the first place.

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