Attraction between us?
Admiration for you?
Devotion for one night?
Obsession for a lifetime?
Aphrodite has cursed me?
Unprecedented, this desire to love, you say?
To spend my days beside you?
To flee my desires, my very self?
Your words are poison,
So from your ruby red lips,
I taste my demise.
In the dark shadows,
Lies the beast of obsession,
Famished for your love.
Open those eyes and stare at the ceiling,
As everything in me rains upon you like a feeling,
Let your cheeks feel kissed and your hands feel held,
And that familiar taste on your tongue is actually my smell,
A lot of me descending on the lot of you, purpling your sheets, my red on your blue.
Tugging on those lips, nose in your hair,
Inhalation raggedy, this desire is much to bear,
may your sighs match your eyes as you squint to see,
If this beast that is ravaging you is actually...ME.
It is.
A long psychology session
It's here he makes a confession
Reveals a long lingering obsession
His undies must be made out of hessian
The clouds spill a thousand secrets,
a torn canvas is two paintings,
melt my tears into your sweet fire,
seduce the stars without a script.
A torn canvas is two paintings,
love-drunk on desire,
seduce the stars without a script,
fever of fixation.
Love-drunk on desire,
I count the ways obsession lies,
fever of fixation,
and call each lie a kind of prayer.
I count the ways obsession lies,
until the prayer forgets my name,
and call each lie a kind of prayer,
and leaves me circling the same sky.
Until the prayer forgets my name,
melt my tears into your sweet fire,
and leaves me circling the same sky,
the clouds spill a thousand secrets.
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Love is a stranger,
I often knock on her door.
I leave bits of roses that linger
And wilt with the ones before.
Today I’ve placed a new rose
It looked back at me weeping
I pull away and feel the dread again start creeping.
A feeling you can’t put into prose.
I want to be enough for her
My fist pounds against glass,
My mind caves under all the pressure
I just need this to pass.
I sit, I pace, I beg her to let me in
Love draws the blinds
And leaves me with the sin.
Because the sin binds
And tethers me to another,
Thoughts of pulling away leads me to shutter.
Yet I pull the string of fate taut,
It starts to fray
Obsession plagues my thought
And forgets to obey
When I hear her laughter,
Deep from within
I know that what comes after
Leaves my heart singed.
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.
Obsession is blood-kin to poison,
Beneath the beautiful cloisonné
Simmers the need to possess
Even as she sighs regret,
Savoring the movement of roulette~
Spin the wheel; yes or no,
Insert the bullet he won’t know,
Or does he see before too late:
Never turn down Vampire’s date!
You stalk me through the flashing haze,
your shutter catching all my ways;
I pose like I'm not keeping score,
but crave the click, then beg for more.
You linger where the shadows bend,
my secret rival, closest friend;
your lens undresses every truth,
I glow for you, eternal youth.
You chase me down the midnight street,
I slow my stride so we might meet;
your breath behind me, warm and near,
a whispered fame I long to hear.
We orbit in a fevered spin,
you want my world, I want your grin;
obsession twines us, tight and bright,
two silhouettes in borrowed light.
So take your shot, my favorite view.
I shine because you're watching too.
You’re mine but I’m not yours.
An unwavering line between us,
invisible but solid. Strong like vine
in brick. It grows thicker. It spools and
twists across road, over pavement,
under bridge. To you. You’re mine, but
I am not yours. Conjuring emotions in
each person that I meet. A holiday
researched, clicked and booked with
him in the supermarket queue. A wedding
planner called about him sitting two rows
behind. Inventing love where there is
none. Seeing hearts in bodies anywhere,
everywhere. To beat mine to back life.
You think I don’t see what you do?
I count every lie you let slip at dinner.
I watch who you look at when you think no one’s watching.
I memorized your excuses so I could cut them off mid-sentence.
Your phone became the thing I check first.
Your “I’m busy” became the wall I hit.
I don’t sleep. I wait.
I know the pattern of your steps before you reach the door.
You say “stop being paranoid”.
I say “stop giving me reasons to be”.
I built my life around catching you.
Not to save us. Just to be right.
Just to win the game you started.
Tell me, Darius,
when I finally corner the truth,
will you still pretend I’m the crazy one?
They dream of love that will never let go,
the kind that remains when everything breaks apart.
A steady fire - a flame aglow,
one that warms the icy heart.
I am this kind of love they wish to find,
not half-hearted, not careful, not small.
I don’t know how to leave parts behind,
when I love, I give my all.
They call it beautiful - this pure, gentle song -
the depth, the devotion, the way it feels so right.
But they step back once it grows too strong,
when forever starts feeling too bright.
I don’t love gently—I leave a mark behind,
it sinks in deeper than most expect.
What starts as warmth can blur the line,
between being held and being possessed.
I am a dangerous dream they want to hold,
until they feel how deeply I arrive.
The way I adore can turn too bold -
love like mine is too much to survive.
obsessive mind is wit seeping in need
fills gaps with missing pieces external
desperation not love, pleading to seed
gardens to harvest fruits' tasty kernel
fragments illusive prideful love or work
person paints rigours as necessity
grips grey matter, unrealistic cork
attraction clutch mind, a complexity
balanced stability rests hovering
realism swallowed by clawing shadow
higher self cringing waits uncovering
delusions or compulsions dance backflow
urges or repeated thoughts lead to naught
heartfelt spirit will not rest till peace sought
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