You called me obsessed.
You called me addicted.
You gloat and boast
about how you're smart
and about how you're sweet,
But I then realized.
You're obsessed too.
You're obsessed with perfection,
which is something you will never reach.
YOU ARE READING
Tea Time Poetry
PuisiPoems that I publish when I feel poetic like that. These poems are best served with tea and an open mind.
