No matter how much I tried avoiding him,
I still needed him in my door step..

My heart rejected him,
But my blood boiled for him,
His presence turned me silly and not myself
It wasn’t right all
The first week without him made me weak
What I could have of him is his laughs and smiles tattooed in my mind
He was a spell
A sweet nightmare
His marks on my life grew crystal with the illusions I experienced,
I can’t call him my right or wrong..
I lost his position in my life
Maybe like wind it came and went

But its breeze still felt and refreshing
I wasnt sure what I felt for him

I kept listening to my door
Maybe he will knock
Maybe I needed him for this cold and lonelyness
Hallucins of his coming in
And a woman possesed is running to him like he’s made of life
The hugs and light kisses drew me a smile
And a times with his “Angry” threw me to the cauch and..
..darkness

It’s him again,like he has his world in my brain
He controlled it his way
I wish I could replace him with words

Every time I try,my pen goes dry
This not love,obsession I call
Sadly I drowned so deep
Into it I fell so steep
I wish it was love one can unlove right?
Or addiction I could be rehabilitated in another ones heart
My scale weighed his side
The little we shared dugged my heart and buried itself
It grew a bitter herb season after season
Everything I wrote involved him
Everything I thought he intruded in
Everything I smelled he was so around
Everything I heard he was so sound
..obsessed

@viv- poetry