possesive, obsessive
all the bad things
could tie you up
keep you close
don't need you to move
just need you close
with me, me
where are you looking? i'm right here
what are you doing? i'm right here
here, here with you
you want space?
look up at the sky
you need time?
good thing time doesn't exist
don't know if i ever told you, darling
but i control everything,
the whole universe, darling
if you want the world to stop turning,
just tell me, darling
YOU ARE READING
Torschlusspanik
Poetry(n.) lit. "gate-closing panic"; a sense of anxiety or fear caused by the feeling that life's opportunities are passing by and diminishing as one ages or in my case, the fear of missing out on you.
