"Hi, my name is me and I'm a love addict"
I speak to a crowd who's addicted too
"Hi me"
In chorus they answered.
I volunteered to share.
But everyone's like me.
I remembered.
I stuttered.
I checked from corner to corner.
I saw a cute girl.
Would it be nice if we end up together?
I wonder how black her coffee gets?
I hope it's as dark as her soul.
She wears earphones.
Does she listen to sad songs as much as I do?
Why is she wearing earphones?
Maybe she doesn't wanna listen.
Or maybe she doesn't wanna listen to me.
If I could just get to know her more.
If I could just feel her warmth.
If I could just take her to the movies.
If I could just write her sonnets and haikus.
Maybe then, she'll fall in love with me.
Do I love her already?
Maybe she's my Marla Singer?
I wonder if she has testicular cancer?
Wait.
This is a love addict support.
The meeting will say no.
Of course.
Of course I don't love her.
Do i?
But maybe if I could just have..
If i could just taste..
"A kiss!"
Standing in front of the crowd,
I shouted.
Everyone's flustered.
I continued.
"A kiss.
Do you guys sometimes
just feel like a kiss
could solve everything,
everything wrong
in your life?"

"It won't."
says the girl on earphones.
She smiled.
I smiled.