In My Head Poem by Foster Teegarden

You're perfect in my head.
Rather you in my bed.
I feel the emotions
simply sharp and poking.
But then they grab at me.

You're still there in my head,
even want to be wed
despite these emotions
showing some bad omens.
Continue to curse me.

You're always in my head
despite what you have said
to stew my emotions
in some deadly potion.
Drank it and it stings me.

The devil's in my head.
Now I'd rather be dead.
I want no emotions
after you have stolen
all that's left inside me.