masterpiece

I never really understood what people meant by love is the strongest drug there is, but you've enlightened me. That little bit of attention you gave to me has me hooked and craving more. I luxuriate in talking with you, because I rarely see you any more. It's easy to speak with you but simultaneously so difficult to do so. I would talk to you about everything if only I could say something. The Mona Lisa's got nothing on you, in fact no piece of art does because you alone are the masterpiece. Looking at you makes me feel wealthy with happiness, every little detail of you is perfect. We don't even have to get together, we can just be the flirty type of friends. All I want is for you to stop being so dissonant, tell me if you like me or if you don't. I just need some closure from this confusion. You say you're ready to be with someone new, the last one let you down and people have hurt you. But instead of letting me comfort you, you play with my feelings and have me running in circles. Let me love you.