Engulfed

It's so funny how
Before I met you,
Really knew you,
I knew myself.
I've lost myself in you--
Your laugh, your smile, your voice--
And I can't find myself.
But I don't want to.
I used to know what I wanted
(An education, friends, money,
Someone to love and to love me too,
My own standing in this impersonal world),
But now, your voice is my want;
Your touch, my need;
Your embrace, my desire--
It's all about you.
I want you.
I want myself lost in you.
My priorities are non-existent now.
My list consists of only one thing:
You.
Your personality has consumed me;
Your voice, lured me;
Your words, loved me,
And I love how it feels
To have been engulfed
By your flames.

And I don't know why.