Passion and self pity

This again

Here i am again filling my mind up with fantasies. 

I think of a guy and then he suddenly turns to Hercules.

Someone who is handsome

 kind of like a phantom

i only know but few 

but i couldnt help that lust grew

you may be new 

i may have stabbed my lust so all of it would pour out 

But it's something about you that sew it back together

your deep chuckles 

your curly hair

brought me back to 

am i being fair?

or am i nothing but a mare

how long is this fare of emotions 

take me back to when there was no obsession 

back to where there was no digression

rather no depression