Obsession.
What’s wrong with me?
I obsess over you and my heart beats frantically as I wait for you to pick up; you don’t but the beating doesn’t stop.
I want to talk to you, I want to say things to you that would make you run far far away from me.
I’m so down bad for you and you don’t even know, I’m not great at showing it but I think about you all the time.
You’re miles away and yet you’re right here, in my mind, because I never let you leave.
Tell me darling, is the version on you in my head not tired? Not exhausted of my constant need of attention from you? Of my chatter and inner conflicts.
I wait everyday for your replies and am content with even your one-word replies.
I was stupid when you told me you liked me and denying my own self but now that I can’t see you and talk to you all hours of the day,
I miss you.
I miss you so much it’s disgusting.
I want you.
So answer when I call darling, will you?
I need to listen to your voice as it soothes my soul and pretend that my entire being doesn’t want every inch of you for myself.
I imagine your voice, your lips, your body and it’s all close to me.
I know it’s cruel but I hope you need me as much as I do you.
You’re my anxiety, exiliration, passion and so much more.
My insides twist when I’m around you, my breath gets heavy. The temperature gets high and my vision gets blurry.
And sometimes I don’t know how to control my affection for you; I can’t keep it in and I feel like I’m dying.
My hands shake and my knees get weak and my ears echo my love for you.
I want you here; I need you near, to feel you there.
Sometimes I want you so much, I wish I could crawl up inside you and make my home there.
Do you ever feel the same about me, love?
— Giaa-Marie Raj
