Love

Obsession

Your very presence is like venom,
Intoxicating my yearning soul.
Your friendship all that I possess,
Your love all that I wish for.

When I am not near you,
I pine for that painful poison,
Afflicted by the absence of my tormentor,
Like salt to my already gaping wound.

But when you return,
It is not unto me,
And the fangs of your friendship,
Lace my hopes with corruption.

Enslaved by my fears,
You shall never learn,
Of how you have slowly suffocated
The essence of my soul.

My secret love for you,
Will continue to consume my being,
Entombing me in wretchedness,
And driving me to insanity.

For if love will not grant me this, then I shall have nothing of it.