Anxious,
It's new, it's vibrant,
It's so me!
Must have it.

Anxious,
It's cheap, it's art,
Won't fit!
Can't have it.

Anxiety born of greed,
Selfishness, social need.
Not one or two but all!
A bag, a coat, some plaid!

Obsessed beyond capability
Want all over budget,
"It's human nature!"
It's a sickness
A disease, born of riches.
Tired of wishes.

Photos, bookmarks,
Catalogues, webstores.
I am a victim.

Victim of need
Obsessive wish lists
To compensate
For a lack of attention with years
To go back.

-Kathia M. Landeros

Too sentimental
Too much thought

Two hearts

To love eachother

Like I'm mental
Like how I obsess over that t-shirt I bought

Painted together like fine arts

I'll water it and let it grow, and I'll water you with kisses that smother.

i have gone madly obsessed with you
it's like i'm blindfolded
i can't see the outside world
it's all just you in this head of mine
you consume my thoughts, heart, and soul

he smiles to create the world's golden happiness
his laughter opens the confused, rainy skies
he's the one to love more than the heavy drops in the ocean
he looks with heart-felt eyes as deep as the hidden valleys below his feet
he lives to change the clashing towns surrounding
his love eases wars stirring about in the distance
he amazes my personal beliefs repeatedly
for this world he lives for
happens to be me

your smile holds a summer days sunshine
and laughter that shakes the autumn leaves to the ground
for so much love was held in watching the corners of your lips curl
your lips kiss the air, unworthy to caress such treasures
such being without flaw stood in distance to smell one's minted breath
your eyes held a gaze meant only for angels
yet there you stood pondering every aspect of my ****** features
analyzing as if I was a priceless article in an art museum
your lips curled once again simultaneously
your words and action were not created for people as I
yet there you stand
breathing the same earthy air into our lungs
seeing the same vivid colors now going blurry around me
as I fell harder, you were only there to catch me
and the world will never be the same
or at least without daily witness of your lips curling
in essence to show your happiness
an emotion engraved permanently into my mind
as if this moment is everlasting

"that's an obsession"
oh no it's a lesson
why is my past time
innocently pondering about what you are probably doing?
oh no. it's an obsession

I said I'd write a story about you
"just to get it over with"
and now I'm write hundreds of letters
i should rather think of getting better
Than sitting around waiting for you to come around

It should've settled in my head that you may not
or on second thought
maybe this is just the obsession

For though you are gone
You have lived as an idea in my head
An ideal
Quite surreal

I hate to say this,
But I'm obsessed.

Kiss me soundlessly.
Or **** me in your sleep.
I've drowned in your madness.    
And dived in too deep.          

Touch me lovingly.
Or thrill me with your lips.                
I've bathed in your venom.      
Darling',    
it no longer piques.