This has possessed me,
over-ridden my senses,
and lacking for better judgement
I have given in.
Because time and again
I swear to myself
that none of it matters,
and that I will remain unattached,
but I see you,
even from the distance
like an enormous star,
moving ever closer,
and I only know
that you contain my heart and soul
like heaven
in a bottle.
And I become something
other than what I was.

So should I love you,
should I hate you,
or should I take it
some other way?

Maybe I'll know tomorrow,
the moment I see your face.