Obsession is a gun.
It points right to your head, willing to shoot.
It either glues your heart together or shatters it through.
It's an addiction, you were brought to.
Nobody gets it, you feel alone.
You are a lullaby that has become my obsession.
You know not of my existence
Though I follow you everywhere
I lurk in the shadows
Waiting for a glimpse of your face
Those intelligent eyes and witty tongue which always gets my heart beating
You notice everything except me
I know you deserve better
But am I selfish in wanting you for myself?