My Bamboozle Write

My writing has become bamboozle. I keep getting braze. Not able to put my words in the box. My thoughts seem to only absorb him. Hoping and praying, he is okay. Feeling rotten, thinking of him. Eating our poison! Suffering so much! I feel the sin, thinking of him. But! My heart desires him! I try to hear his voice and hold him in dreams. My only worriment , not letting him know, my feelings. For all he will do, is use and abuse, my heart and soul. But! I truly miss him. Worry so much. Praying he is well. But! Sometimes I wish, I can rewind time. Loving him, was a great feeling. I use to think, that he was the best. I felt special, every moment. But! Now, my heart continues to stay in the dark Cursing him out!