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the mere thought of you throws me into obsession.

walking circles in my head, following every pattern

i come acrossto wind up in the end, confused, mislead,

by my own infatuations.

fantasies pose a threat and inflict damage upon my reality, from these wounds have i bled, perjected, my spirit and envisioned, that which could never happen.

the hopeful die trying, but what an immaculate death.

still obscene, i persist to drive myself crazy, green with envy, jealousy raises her ugly head,watchful and attuned,

to the very nature of you.

i'll never comprehend, how the thorn got in my side, but watch me writhe in pain as it twists, organs and tissue, blood and sinew occupy my chest, but lately, without fail

a vacant growing emptiness has taken up residence there,

to fill me with dread, and at that moment find me, wishing, for the life of me, to exhale, one final breath to disable, me from this world, my soul, a product of heaven begifted

to hell, driven, misguided by the illusions of my own

free will, cradling my memories, no answers, could i offer, that wouldn't like sound like an excuse, and besides,

why should you forgive, the warmth of you removed,

from the cold shoulder you received, all because my pride wouldn't allow me to lose, one step further always more

than i should, and this time, i've gone too far, you pushed,

but i push harder, just how stupid do you think i feel,

some things i'll never tell you, while others i would yield, if only you asked, and met me half way, perhaps

it really does take two, to fuck it all up, break us, apart, love is as stubborn as a mule, so we do what we must,

given the circumstances that have come between us,

i only hope that in the end we'll remember the value

of what this has cost.