#obsessed poems on Hello Poetry

Harley Oct 2018

Depression, obsession, this voice inside my brain...
I try my best for you but you still just walk away…
You were my light, my love, and joy
All I was to you was a stupid girl, practically your toy…
Many people ask me why I continue to fight for you...
I always tell them that because this is just a little bump in our road, we are bound to make it through...
A year has almost passed, months since you have loved me...
I am getting nervous, are we truly not supposed to be..?
You are doing you and being with any girl that comes in your path...
I just stay alone and yearn for you and the love we shared in our recent past…
The day has finally approached... This year October eighth, 2018
You still don’t want me... You still ignore me... Im starting to think this “love” thing is just a big joke...
A new guy has walked into my life..? I don’t trust love, I've been too beaten down and misguided...
He shows true compassion and is there for me I still don’t trust him, sooner or later he will push me out as you did...
Now you know and you are upset... What do I do? I love and trust you with all my heart...
But this boy is trying to help me up.. Trying to make me think I was never hurt from the start...
You tell me you can never make me happy but I know that's not true...
I can’t lie to myself and be with him, I don’t want to be finally over you..?
You are my true love, my happiness, and joy.
Im not ready to move on... My heart still cries your name.. My eyes still see a future in yours...
I can never truly be his if all im thinking about is you behind closed doors…
Depression, obsession, this voice inside my brain...
One day I hope you’ll come back to me, I’ll show you I’m worth it, then maybe you’ll stay…

#depression #depressed #obsessed #obsession #long #broken #love #need #you #sadness

fabiana Oct 2018

what do i look like?

obsessing.
over the fact that my dress was probably to short
my smile too wide
my eyes on the verge of tears
my nose too perky
my lips too thin
my braces like headlights
my glasses all *****
my armpits sweaty
my face filled with too much hope
and my head filled with too many thoughts.
i wonder what he saw.
probably another plain girl walking down the hallway,
clutching her book,
looking down at her feet.

7:00

#obsessed #mirror #face #eyes

Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2018

Ultimate Seduction

A woke up person

Who stays calm
Being silent

Genre: Abstract
Theme: Mind Connections

#nepal #seduction #obsessed #silent #bond #connection #vibe

Amy Duckworth Sep 2018

Love

We're so obsessed with
finding someone to love us
Because we need to feel like we matter to someone
When we can't
matter to ourselves

#obsessed #ourselves #love #matter

Manny Sep 2018

To Be King

I've lost it; my crown
As it falls to the ground
It's just making the sound
Of "boo"s in the crowd
and in them I just drown
A self-proclaimed king
that's been unmasked as a clown

I grew overconfident
thinking I was the best
Rhyming just came easy
It was a gift, and I was blessed
But it kept growing harder and harder
to get the feelings right from off my chest
And I just grew obsessed
I could feel the building up of stress
I couldn't find the right words to express
lost my gift of rhyme, oh who would have guessed
I always taught myself on top
but I was losing to the rest

One of my poems got declined
without any explanations
I'll admit that none of these new pieces
have been meeting expectations
Maybe I've been running out of patience
with all my creations
I seem to have been lacking creativity
when I think and lay down all the foundations

My poems need raw emotion
To be able to reach farther
So I'll drain every thought
I'll even talk about my father
Describe how he'd get drunk
and abusive towards his daughters
While his son was just a coward
afraid to step in as he attacked his mother
I'll talk about every ******* thought that filled with horrors
and all the dread that lingers here and bothers

Maybe what I need is to drench all my rhymes in pain
That's what brought me fame
to slid open my wrist, squeeze the ink from inside my veins
That's what people like
poems they feel they can relate
they say they've felt the same
And again they'll cheer my name
say the king's back in the game
That I haven't lost my touch
that I'm still ******* insane
Then no one will ever doubt
Why this throne has engraved my name

Poetry is not all about rhyming, but rhyming is definitely a difficult skill to master. To rhyme and tell a story takes a certain type of talent that I feel not a lot of people appreciate. I see other poems get higher praise when all they do is say things straightforward. There's no beauty in their line.

This is a poem that was born out of frustration.

Sorry if I offend anyone.

#to #be #king #drown #clown #rhyme #blessed #chest #obsessed #stress

Gale L Mccoy Sep 2018

chatter box

I'll run out of words I said
I'll run out of words if I keep talking

-have you?

I think so
there's only so many things to say
in so many ways
I'll spend my time trying to say it new
just so I can keep talking
I'm obsessed with the fear of
R E P E T I T I O N

she told me "shut up and let me teach"
and I became obsessed
with the fear of being
T O O M U C H

I haven't heard the third word
of what anyone has said for
a while and some more now

-only a fool speaks too much

because if you talk for long enough
people will see the holes in you
stay quiet and others fill in the holes for you

#words #new #obsessed #fear #fool

Liz Carlson Aug 2018

.obsession.

i long for the body i used to have.
strong and fierce.

obsessing over my weight
and the food i consume
comes far too easily.

can't be mentally stable and healthy,
can't be happy and healthy.

no solution.

that Se function in INFJs though... OBSESSIVE.

#body #fat #strong #exercise #diet #food #health #happy #obsession #obsessed

Inked Quill Jul 2018

Obsessed with your memories

Obsessed
With your memories
In the rain
I walk
My head held high
Tears of the clouds
Blend with mine
Watching from
Stained glass
I see your shape
As you hold her
At her waist
Twirling…

#despair #desperation #memories #obsessed #romance #romantic

forestfaith Jul 2018

Obsessed.

Obsessed with fear,
Obsessed with tears,
Obsessed with the years of pain and slavery to fear.

Alive and well,
the pain is real, you can't tell?
Awkward and weird.
Out of place, pure.

Crying inside.
Thoughts collide.
Obsessed with pain.
Obsessed with the moments filled with rain.

Too much pain.
Too much rain.
Too much to bear.
Wear and tear.

Always meeting up with pain. Fear. And the anxious rains.

#obsessed #pain #tear