3. Obsession
My mother saw it in my eyes that time she met you,
Something that looked like trouble,
One that could scotch me for life.

If only I was half as wise as my mother that day,
I might have ended that obsession,
which thickened day by day.

It would've been fine if the feeling was reciprocated
The way we chose to believe in,
Until you left our wedding.

Words and tears outpoured are deeper than the sea
Polluting my mind and freezing my heart,
Once tender as a fish.

Now,
A dead fish,
Chopped into pieces,
Nothing left to obsess with.
Except freedom.
I am free.
Damn.