I wonder:
I can live without you
I don't go
into withdrawal when I don't see you,
you aren't my addiction

It's withdrawal at first sight
the way I see it
Shouldn't I be hurting when you're gone?

It wasn't love,
Not at first sight,
Lust is wrong, but I

I thought I was better than that.

I am confused, but
Who wouldn't be
When I see your faults without the romantic haze
Of Romeo and Juliet.
When you smile—that's not right—
When you laugh
You are Jacob and I am Rachel,
with layers of confusion and affection and hurt
and much more—
at least on my part

I am still wondering.