A/N: Here is my disclaimer: I wish Itachi and Deidara were mine; alas, they are not . *Sigh*
Also, I have to thank my awesome beta, DarkestFlameUchiha! If it wasn't for her (I just assumed that the author is female, so I better ask...), I wouldn't be able to show my penname around this site...
Obsession
This is my confession,
About my narcissistic self,
A depiction of gray between white and black,
And a woman too kind to perform any indiscretion,
It is all I can speak of now,
A story of obsession…
I see her often while I am on missions,
Staying hidden in the shadows above,
Keeping quiet to disturb none,
My brother's teammate is how I know her,
And I know that I am older,
Moreover,
Voyeurism is not my hobby,
Nevertheless,
I watch her dress herself with a forbidding fondness.
I straggle behind, just to see her hair fall…
That is when I catch myself,
For I know I cannot breathe a word of my weakness,
Terrified of these emotions I feel,
Tempted to go before her,
Tell her it was all a lie,
All just to touch her skin and hold her close.
I close my eyes, beholding the vision within my mind…
An aching for human contact,
That for so long I have repressed,
Validating my depression,
I suppose,
Even though,
I never knew why it was her I chose.
Chaos emerges in my life once more…
What brought me here?
I have to wonder,
Was it to have her love?
On the other hand,
Was this from the powers beyond?
Something I never expected,
To have so many things to say,
Only to have my courage depart me then,
Leaving me standing at her doorway.
Right then, all I could do was watch and dream…
But I had already set my life to end,
A bleeding heap in my brother's hands,
I believed in giving him a chance to be free,
Giving up my visions of happiness,
So he could be far from his pre-chosen destiny.
Yet she wanted to make me breathe again….
She wants the truth now,
Fixing me into stitches at a mere whim,
Staring at me with questioning eyes,
Verdant green meeting hazed onyx,
Pleading meeting honest,
But I just had to agreed that she had every right,
Because I didn't want a fight,
I wanted this exact moment for love to take flight.
I am not a romanticist; I am no man of words…
So told her what she needed to hear,
All that I knew and then some I had not,
From my family's end to the time near,
To who was watching her everyday nearer.
My vision is clearing, still sensitive to my hearing…
Pursed and puckered,
Cursed and suckered,
Chakra leaving her fast,
Exhausting her past her max,
She speaks not of what I have said,
Only her work she spoke to,
Using every foul word in the book,
Many in which I had to look,
Only to be scolded to "hold still".
Then sleep fell upon me like a tree trunk in a lightning storm, watching green and red fade away…
All is well now when I wake,
I gather,
For my brother is in the doorway with the sincerest of apologies,
And the woman of my dreams collapsed on the bed beside me,
Her hair longer than I thought,
Lying in pools around her deceivingly delicate porcelain face.
She had told him all that I told her,
He knows the truth and believes,
But does that mean she would ever love me?
My chest heaving in desperation to smile, something I have not done in a long while…
I find that happiness is in the hands that wishes to hold it,
Like beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Insentient and ever-wise,
It all comes to those who set themselves on a path,
Never looking for that something that we waited to find,
But everything takes time,
This I know,
Time to heal and time to grow,
But now we are old,
Still together but will never fold,
For she accepted my affection and my obsession,
That's when I learned that I was not the only one,
Nevertheless,
She loved me for who I truly am.
This is my confession,
To a story of obsession,
A never-ending affection,
Something far more precious than anything known to man,
A feeling that knows no boundaries,
Remember it all,
You young things,
Never forget,
How to feel loved.
