A slave to this love

I love you, I love you in a way which I have never known before,
It's a heart strangling, gut wrenching, mind blowing love,
A love with the power to ease any kind of pain, to clear any kind of rain, to make everything okay,
But a love which has control, complete control over me.

I'm a slave to this love, this love has a tight hold,
Often it is comforting, soothing, holding me safe but sometimes the hold tightens.
Choking, strangling, suffocating
Smothering my choice, smothering my words, smothering my thoughts, smothering me.

Addicted, addicted to this love, addicted to you, but not addicted to this feeling.
I need the power, the strength, to fight against the strangling grip.
To ease open the clamping fingers and find air, find a compromise.

I want the love, I need the love, but I need a little bit of give.
It's sapping, sapping, sapping,
Taking everything I have, and I'm scared.
Scared that when there's nothing left, the love will be done with me.
If only a little was offered in return,
a smile, a warm glance, a brush of hair behind my ear.

Soft lips against the nape of my neck, a kiss-a real kiss, breathing the spirit and hope back into me; fueling me.
That would be enough, that would be plenty, that's all I need.

I'm scared of becoming the old toy. The comforting old toy you're too fond of to throw away, but no longer feel the urge to play with it, excepting times you need the comfort of the old friend.

Are the old times gone? Lost? A distant memory?
The fun, the laughter, the passion the dreams.
The times spent in each others arms, the sunsets and the conversations.
Not thinking, just doing, just right.
Can we find this again? Is it a matter of space? Time? Place?

I want to feel like I'm important, I want to feel appreciated, I want to feel wanted.
I know you love me, I know it's true,
But I want to feel it, show me, give me that much.

I've given you me, now give me you.