Addicted

Addicted to the way you make me feel.

10:32pm and I still can't fall asleep waiting for you to call or text me. 

Holding on to my phone so addicted to risk missing your call.

I tune my radio listening to the midnight blues cause those love songs remind me of you. 

Tingling all over thinking of you, missing you, wishing you were here beside me.

Would i seem desperate if I called just to hear your voice. Will you be mad that I woke you up just to say I love you.

What have you done to me to feed this addiction?

Could it be the passion l hear in your voice when you speak to me that draws me to you.

Or your generosity in giving me the finer things of life that locks me down to you.

If you make me a promise, am keeping mine....................Addicted.

Till death do us part

He is dead, a life so young, so vibrant, gone just like that.

Who?

That guy called " till death do us part" just died.

How? 

Well, he became evidently sick since you stopped bothering to offer any excuses to returning home late from work.

He had hoped for recovery after the family vacation to Dubai, but nothing really changed like you had promised.

He got worse hearing you call her name in your sleep and worse as you withdrew from me and your children.

He died just as I found out that the bi.... is carrying your baby.

JEALOUS

What does it mean to be jealous?


Waking up a few hours earlier to spy through my partner's phone while he or she is fast asleep.

Calling him or her out over every text message or phone call from any member of the opposite sex.

33 years later

I noticed that as I become older, I no longer pay particular attention to my birthday. It stands as a reminder to my not so youthful disposition. So today was not so different. Woke up feeling a little low, hubby had called earlier but my kids had forgotten. They seemed quite wrapped up in their separate worlds.

Paranoid

I was paranoid, could this be true I wondered. It was 4.30am quite early in the morning, hadn't been able to sleep.
Tried to fall asleep a few times but woke up soon afterwards. My heart is beating so fast, I get up and walk over to the toilet, I need to clear my head.
I return back to bed, still can't sleep. After all these years I wonder why I let myself get worked up over this?