He loved her with a love that consumed him.
Couldn't focus, couldn't sleep 'cause his feelings controlled him.
His heart, mind and soul were intwined with her image.
A flame in him who did less good but more damage.
This flame in his soul could set a whole town on fire.
He said, "Than doubt I love her, doubt truth to be a liar."

He called it love, but no, it was called madness.
Hypnotized as by a touch of an Enchantress.
Downcast and lonesome, pained, as he sat in the darkness.
Racooned and saggy eyes from many nights of tears and sadness.

It was called madness and yet, he called it love.
A love so toxic, like poison in his blood.
For months, He'd called and texted but no reply.
Loved her to point of madness, there was no deny.
Became a junkie, lost his mind, taken to psych ward.
Just then she texted, "Changed my number and lost your contact, mi amor"
© D. Enchantress