Obsession

The greatest of all time

Obsess: to preoccupy or fill the mind of someone continually, intrusively, and to a troubling extent.

Putting it all on paper, like art on a canvas—

my words, feelings from moments in time.

Every lie, every heartache, every dramatic antic

written for my own amusement.

Exposing a web of mistakes and truths,

facing one demon at a time.

I lay awake, letting it all run wild in my mind

until I press rewind—

and write.

A few pieces, written for you—

full of hatred, full of spite.

You ask why I never write anything nice.

After all, you are the greatest of all time.

Sure, I could write about dying for you,

how you make me melt,

or how your glance sends life rushing through me— filling me and emptying me all at once.

I ignore you

just to hear you say my name.

Love? Too cliché.

Let’s call it obsession.

Fixated on your voice—

your words, my drug.

You’re my passion. I’m addicted.

I could listen forever.

Whether you yell, laugh, talk, or sing—

if it’s at me,

I’ll love every sound.

I’ll tear down every wall

just to let you in.

You, charming, handsome man.

Love of my life.

I act independent,

but you occupy my mind.

What a dream

to be married to

the greatest of all time.