I am not supposed to want him.
I am not supposed to care,
and yet I spend my time dreaming of all that we could share.
I am not supposed to think about him
or wonder where he has been,
but no matter how much I fight it,
thoughts of him sneak in.
I am not supposed to ponder where he is each nite,
but he creeps into my vision when the stars shine bright.
I am always wishing he was here,
I hunger for a kiss,
and I long to draw him near.
I am not supposed to imagine where he is
and what he does.
I am not supposed to need him.
I know these things. I do.
And yet I can't help myself
because I fell in love with him.
Amanda J. Schmidt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-t-help-myself-2/
