Weak

Weak.

You make me weak.

Not a day goes by with you that's bleak.

I don't know why you make me this happy.

You make me weak.

I can't breathe.

I can't speak.

You make me weak.

I want to tell you,

but I can't find the words.

I want to tell you,

but this is just absurd.

You make me weak.

This is just another night

with no sleep.

You make me weak.

I can't feel my face,

or bend my knees,

You make me weak...

can't you see?

You make me weak,

but you make me want

to relax, breathe, sit back,

kick up my feet.

You make me weak,

but I can't see it being

any other way because you see;

You're amazing and that's what

makes me so fucking weak.

You're modest and sweet,

so many great things

about you

that constantly

make me weak.

Make me think...

non stop about you,

about your smile,

your laugh, your brown eyes,

your perfect body, the way

your mouth spews lies.

You make me weak,

I may need to seek

medical attention to stop

this infection.

Please.

You make me weak.