Reverberating Lines

just admit it!(pt.3)

Here she is, In his arms.
Tucked within eachother like a rosebud.
A kiss sweeter than honey and sugar, a taste that makes you want more.

What is this feeling?
What makes it so intoxicating?
Why do I let it devour me?
Why do I want it to devour me?
This isn't an obsession.
This isn't a problem.

They say he's not real. But he is! As real as the touch of our hands, As real as the feeling in my heart.

Its funny how much one person could commit their entire being to something that doesn't exist.

The longing that burns in her eyes as she stares at the seams.
A crack, an entrance, a way, a door. Made by the talented hands blessed with the great gift to write.
She's like hungry animal who hunts for food. Hunting for an entrance to the world the yearns to be in.
Her obsession screaming for it to be fed.
A passion burning within her which is her only source of warmth, In the cold grips of reality.

She's going crazy and she knows it. But she doesn't admit it.
When finally, in the peak of her mind's chaos, her conscience slaps her back to reality.

Slowly she gets up from the snow covered ground. Looking up at the sky she always loved. The distance separating her from her distraction.
Right, her distraction. He's the distraction. And you're obsessed with the distraction.
And this obsession is getting out of hand. Its separating you, holding you back, dragging you down from other things your passionate about. 

It is taking over. Like a disease. A virus. Its spreading to every part of your being and killing everything it crosses paths with. But, the difference is, you KNOW its spreading. But you won't ADMIT it. You're going no where.

I see the darknes swallowing you up. Do you feel it? Ah, you do. Atleast that could pull you back, but only if you let it.

The awaited question is, will you let it?