Is This Called Love?

The tired look under my eyes are because of her.

I try to get away, but I’m drawn.

I can’t focus and she attempts to help.

She doesn’t, she distracts.

My focus drifts and I’m looking for an easy out.

The easy way to let a year slip without going anywhere.

I’m where I started and I have no direction.

She directs, she entices.

I can barely sleep without her.

Is this what you call love?

My shift is ending and I stated I’d abstain.

I find myself driving towards.

I gotta make my claim before 2 am.