Call me obsessive,
I’m just a passionate lover.
I lay awake at night,
I look at the ceiling thinking of you.
Sometimes I never sleep.
I’m not obsessive,
Just in passionate love.
I stay in bed all day,
I close my eyes dreaming of you.
Sometimes I never wanna wake up.
I still have your clothes,
Some never washed.
I put them on and pretend I’m you.
I sit in front of the mirror,
I touch myself as you.
Call me obsessive,
I’m just your passionate lover.
I take hot showers.
I let the water cascade over me with eyes open
So I see the shape of you.
You stand in the shower with me,
Hair wet, and bright blue eyes that come alive.
I let the air cloud,
I let the windows fog.
I suffocate myself to hallucinate you.
Not obsessive,
Just passion filled.
I just want to love you,
I just want to hold you.
I want to wear your skin,
Feel you hot and fleshy around me.
I lay on the ground where you’ve walked,
I touch the areas you used to inhabit.
I still feel you here, I still feel you there.
I want to be hurt by you again,
I want to be bawling and weeping in love with you.
You’re obsessed,
I’m simply passion based.
You can’t hate me for that.
I want to be you,
I want to have you,
I want to be loved by you.
I’m obsessed,
Borderline obsessed.
And completely passionate.
About you.
