Is it funny to be possessive?
Is it normal to be controlling?
Do you think before you act,
Or does impulse own you?
My body begged for rest.
My mind checked out.
My spirit fractured.
I thought I had a break.
But you were lurking,
Standing in the shadows,
Waiting for my sigh of relief,
Then you pounced.
How long can I endure this?
This obsessive affection,
This aggressive restraint,
Your all-seeing eye