OBSESSION OBSESSION

I don’t miss

her

bright eyes because

of my worlds. I don’t

miss those cavity icing

words and

promises if

letters

with some sort

of unselfish intention.

 

I miss the

obsession

obsession

expression of

obsession

the way her mind worked

the pit of my lungs to release gasps

up to my throat and

down under

my feet.

She’s intertwined

with that thin cloth

of a bracelet I bought

at the beach

four years ago.

 

She sits on the

edge of my

eardrums whispering

shadows of

obsession

obsession

expression of obsession

 

We were

quite something

waking up at dawn

saying it’s more than just

ordinary

banal

love, so

ugly

(we said smugly)

 

I sinked into

her.

Intoxicated

by her

unrealness

she kept her

distance like

a beautiful nightmare

of all things I

feared.

 

I don’t miss her

I miss kneeling,

shoving a sword

down the beautiful arch of my

throat, regurgitating it all just to find

that specific word stuck between

the thorns under my tongue

for her joy of a new toy

 

I more than love you

but maybe I’m just

unexperienced

and you’re just

sensitive

 

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