that crazy little book

you are getting over me..and i need to switch places..
my department..
i pass by shops. look and stare..and go on..
i get envious..and suddenly i know its jealousy..
of not being near you..
i shouldn't have switched..

and i cry of regret..doing so ..
so very often..that i hate to even look..anymore..
you are so abstract a feeling..you run down in my spine..
to get me chills..on coffee-ed nights..
and then pull me
tear me into pieces..and make me suffer!!!

and yet i regret..go on with it..

yes..