I became your favorite obsession
I wondered if my last hour had come.
I am not alive until you called,
In an hour or two my cell phone becomes as hot as I am.
Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient,
I want to feel whole again…
without looking over my shoulder.
Oh my wounded and troubled heart
My soul is in deep anguish,
Without this forceful conquest
Within my eyes, jealousy wedge deep
Because of my self-critical thoughts,
My early rejections, my feeling, thoughts and action:
Our grandmother’s words came to be fulfilled
“An old fashion botheration,
My indulgence from my past,
This led to an old fashion romance,
That wasn’t resolved then or now.
Take this kiss from my lip
And in return take off your glasses
and let me see your weary eyes
You are not wrong, my jealousy is a disease
If life had be kinder to us,
I would have been yours,
And you would have been mine.
I would have been the slave to you,
I stood by the window, and stare down at couples walking by
holding hands and I thought about them and I think about us:
Making further plans and I waved my hand to them
and smile because love is a lie.
heart of darkness encounter of lies
I have paid my dues, I settled my tithes.
How can I tell my heart to stop loving him?
I became his favorite obsession, now he’s mine
Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient,
I want to feel whole again, my friend
My wounded and troubled heart,
My soul is in deep anguish,
without this forceful conquest
So why do I weep in my sleep?
My God of refuge, what was the hidden truth?
I played with fire, and now I am burnt.
some time confessional poems work too.