Obsession
What is there about you
that I cannot resist?
This awful yearning
that eats away my innards.
It kills
It pains.
Times come when I daydream:
Is it like a chrysalis,
that will one day
change into a beautiful thing?
I delude myself.
It will come to nothing.
No, not nothing,
but a pain of loneliness.
I am like a barnacle
so tightly bound to your crust.
Why can't I rid myself
of so many delusions?
Why not admit
you'll never be mine?
Still I shall remain yearning
for the twinkling of your eyes,
for the warmth of your cheek,
for the sweetness of your kiss.
Alas all delusions.
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