Violin

I saw you once or twice today
and then forgot what I was gonna say.
How typical.

You make me lose my train of thought
or follow you until I'm lost.
It's ludicrous.

I swear I need a diagnosis
I don't know if I can hold this,
hold it all in.
As usual, you win.
You don't know that you're
playing but god damn it!
Boy, I'm your violin.

I love how it ends..Good poetry normally has a strong ending, the ending in this kinda brings together all the separate thoughts.

Niiiice ;].