OBSESSION

I loved her more than anything more than myself
Enough love that get us both destroyed and all around us
Why ?
Love is supposed to make us happy and free one
But my love is like the cage which imprisoned both of us till death do us apart.
I love her to no extent and she hates me to her core and can do anything to free herself from me .
I wanted to make her mine and she wanted me dead.
I wanted her and she wanted freedom.
She does not understand we have to be caged in imprisonment of love .
I will make her mine by hook or by crook .
She is mine to love and mine to break.
And she will always be mine .
One thing only one thing that i failed to understand that she can be the end of me and she understood it well and used me against myself to end all this
To end our story.
Of Love
Of Hate
Of obsession
Of passion
Of ....

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DEATH