I have a space for obsessing.
And ur just the right candidate.
Its not about you.
Its about the design of my mind.
Ur just the material.
The trigger to my behavior.
Of keeping secrets.
Maybe i could end it if i
Was like a child.
And spell it out loud.
But it festers in the cold dark of my imagination.
You dont even deserve my fascination.
I tried fighting this illness.
We can escape everything but ourselves.
So i stay chained.
In thoughts revolving you.
Just know if i had a choice.
I would choose not to.