Distracted

Transfixed,
the word does me no justice.
I am sorry,
but the emotion is indescribable,
all I can relate to you is obsession.

I wear my surface on the surface,
but what is inside of me
stays as hidden as my insides.
I am sorry, I want more for you,
but that may take time
if you have the time.

Love,
it has become as shallow a word
as hate, as need, as will.
There needs to be an alternative
that can truly express
my sincerity, and how I feel.

Maybe not.