obsessed

things i wonder.

you showed up with too many texts,

lighting up a chilly lonely night

and you were my savior.

 

but now i'm the one obsessing

wondering why i have to be the one

to draw the lines and raise the white flag.

 

you showed up with your full heart

and i cracked it against the floor

and drank your love for myself.

 

i can hear the voices in your head:

i can't get a handle on her. she's always

 

changing.

Reviews

[salvador (camuel choisu..]

nice piece i enjoyed reading this one. I feel the emotion within, i can say i believe i can relate to it.