The Body I Own

I often miss the times I had some one who would call me beautiful.
Or would smile at me and stare with out a known purpose...
I remember giggling and turning away and wondering why some one would do that...

But now I understand.
When you can't get enough of somebody...
When they can't leave your mind...

And the thoughts of them linger and eat your subconscious...
Even when you aren't thinking of them, you dream of them...
So now I guess I understand.

Because ever since we started talking, I can't get enough of you!
And that, my dear, is how you break your heart.
You worship them so much...

You forget they are human too.
Just like me...
Just like you.

But don't ever put too much in... 
And hope for the same in return.
Some people are good at being thieves of love.
And because of that, I push away and I lost some respect for the body I own.