I hate how much I still love her

How does she continue
to make me want her?
She has me wrapped around her finger,
and I know
I shouldn't want to be there,
but just to touch her,
is heaven.

She doesnt realize how much
I think of her.
She has no idea,
how much I want her.

But how?
How could she now know?
I get so excited when she calls.
I only have eyes for her,
when she is near.
Everything she says
I store just to hear her voice later.

Maybe I'm just crazy,
Maybe my head is going in circles,
possibly I'm fooling myself into love.
but either way,
I want her more,
no matter the secrets I know,
no matter the thorns she keeps hidden,
no matter her faults.
Each time I hear her voice,
Each time I see her,
I want her more,
every second.