It's always him,
I feel my need for him in my bones,
In my weakened heart,
The one that beats solely for him,
And the hope his eyes give to me,
He's my oxygen,
I need him like I need the air I breathe,
A need so strong I feel myself suffocating when I'm not around him,
He holds my weakened soul in the palm of his hands,
One clench away from shattering the remains of this already broken echo of what I used to be,
Yet he's always gentle,
His touch heals me,
Brings me back to life,
Like I survive purely to be with him,
To be his,
Like I survive to fulfill my duty of loving him with my all,
With my heart, soul and mind,
I love him like I love the sunsets when they burst out in all their beauty and colour,
And the softness in my eyes as I see them,
Always breathtaking,
I love their flaws and imperfections,
And so I love him for rather than despite,
Because it's always him,
And it will always be him,
Even if one day it won't always be me.
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love borderline obsession
Poesíapoems that describe how it feels to be so in love it's almost terrifying, so in love it is more than just love, it's an obsession.
