My poems and Thoughts

Need

I am obsessive.
So much so it is a little impressive.
I find something and become fixated, I never mean to but it happens anyways.
I would not say heartless.
Just that I do not understand what some do because those feelings are amiss.
Love and care are so strange to me, I am not used to them so please do not hate on me.
If I end up feeling a little, I get so compulsive.
I will throw everything away till I have nothing else to give.
Because I feel I need to just go keep what I finally believe is love.
I question if anything is return because I can not tell if anything is real.
I play like I know things and say I know how you feel.
I am afraid, that I'm not real, and that I am a piece of time consumption.
I can not say I am afraid.
I think I once felt, and I wish those feelings would have stayed.
Then I would know how to react.
I can not say I am in love.
Is it my heart or the thoughts I hear from above?
I'm scared to say I am in love, because I am in need to be loved back.