Plight of the Obssessed

It is not easy to admit when you are obsessed.
It is scary to realize that you are a slave to a person's requests.
You long for their smile and the energy they bring to a room.
You are mesmerized by the smell of their cologne and perfume.
You tingle down your back when they simply whisper your name.
Their embrace brings you rapture as you bow to passion's flame.
Obsession is magnetic, so you become enthralled by your lover's body and soul.
You would snub pain and orbit oblivion praying they can make you whole.
Inside you know that their star is a hot flame in your heavenly sky.
However, you grab hold of it and scream in ecstasy while you fry.
Oh, it is a sad thing to know that you have become truly obsessed.
You become another worshipper destroyed by giving a false idol all that you possess.

Reviews

[red93]

Excellent work and I like the way you link the various images together.

[Mrudula Rani]

Obsession is probably love, infatuation and all those other sentiments that heart can't explain and yet enslaves mind.

[Kay]

This is great, I actually wrote a poem about this recently too. Obsessions/addictions over other people are typically harmful and create an unhealthy cycle of dependence and hurt. It's that whole "you're killing me, but I can't live without you" syndrome.