"possessiveness" poems
I am a controlling boyfriend.
No, I am not a male, nor do I have a girlfriend to abuse. But I am the crazy stalker controlling boyfriend.
I have realized something in myself:
I am free with my boy and his casual flirtations, but am extremely jealous and possessive of my girls, when I have one.
Or even in my present case of not having one, I want to possess her as she has possessed me. I want all your time, all your thoughts, as you inhabit mine.
“How do you handle the jealousy??" It's funny, I don't get jealous when I have both partners in my bed, or in my arms. That is when I’m most content.
I get jealous when outsiders are flirtatious or show interest. It's also funny, I'm more annoyed when people flirt with him thinking he’s unattached.
I don't get it either; just a quirk of mine.
Perhaps my nonchalance with my boy is merely grown out of our time together. In nearly seven years, not one has managed to create a rift. Those who have tried have failed, and he and I have come out the better.
Patience is a virtue I do not possess, and the longer I go on incomplete... mayhap my own fears make me dig my claws into a new potential. Fear that someone else will charm such a rare unicorn away from me/us, and we’ll be left again, searching.
Nor is this a new feeling, for this young woman. A year ago, I felt the same overwhelming possessiveness. Then again, it would not do to compare the two; they are two different people, who hold different qualities.
The bitter jealousy I now project I have tasted before. The shock that I’ve become my own controlling high school boyfriend fills me with disgust.
Unbeknownst to her, I imagine her not only in my bed, in my arms, in my life… but also on my knee. I’ve never before considered someone as both lover and submissive.
Unbeknownst to me, would that make my jealousy grow or fade, were I to possess her in every way I’ve imagined?
Obviously I have some things to work on.
Firstly, finding our unicorn.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
I'm weathered and weary from shapes of greed
Their colors mislead me
I am naive
But I know eyes that taste
Without seeing
Now you know me, don't you?
But you are just waiting.
I am tired of this misinterpreted concept
I am tired of our tangled body's, this act between two that is only about you.
I'm tired of not being able to dance freely in fear of needy hands and sharp teeth
Pressuring possessiveness
Climb into your soul and off of my body
See that I am a creature of uninterrupted freedom
I will not answer to your hollow eyes
Your misconstrued ideas of love constructed by a society that forgot to feel
That forgot to see
That forgot that you are you and I am me
I will not answer to your hollow eyes
You are not welcome here.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
When I fall in love
I become obsessed.
Anger,
Jealousy,
possessiveness,
it all controls me.
All my insecurities exposed,
my anxieties
come out of obscurity.
For rejection, unrequited love
and deceptions,
I have no immunity.
But falling in love requires false expectations.
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 8:45 PM UTC
I am constantly checking myself
When problematic thoughts enter my mind
Or negative feelings originate in
The messed up ways I've been socialized to think
I do not wish to own anyone or anything
Yet sometimes possessive thoughts plague me
I must remind myself that we are all only humans
Trying to find our best route to happiness
This one article stated that
The hardest part of polyam relationships
Lies in the negotiation between
Your and your partners' needs
So I must always remain on guard
Because the jealousy and sadness coming from within
Was bred by the broken systems we grew up in
And redefining those is a part of my resistance
Monogamy stems from the patriarchy
And sexism lies within that
Possessiveness and jealousy are not cute
They only lead to blaming others for your own inconsistencies
And I am a mess of inconsistencies
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Nicknames make me laugh
They express a person,
Through another persons eyes.
Or maybe a name,
Given by the person themselves.
The love of my life.
His nickname is my baby bear.
Why?
He doesn't have bear like qualities,
Nor is he a baby (sometimes)
But because for me,
His nickname expresses clearly what he is.
He is MY baby bear.
Without intention it has came to be,
The possessiveness that comes out of me.
Because no matter what he may be...
Sweetie, Hunny, Sugar Pie.
He will always be my,
My love of my life.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
You are my conjecture when the universe ends.
I will create geometry, possessiveness and dystopia
looking through your eyes.
O mystic girl,
this time make the world less enigmatic
settle down in a small hamlet by the bay
cook me fish and rice
and I will stay home, always.
© Nothing Personal. March 23 2012.
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
On this early chill November morning
where are you now, my firefly,
in crystal ground, under log or leaf?
Where is your crew in its dying?
Have your babies wakened
to winter sleep?
I recall how on July evenings, when I came out,
I had long listened for your messages.
Blessings to you for accepting me, my witnessing
your spotted twists free-floating down;
your drifting off and on through moonlit tree,
visits to my wrist, a shoe.
I was happier than happy—
happiest as happy be.
Had you felt my spark
electric energy?
Multiple mystery goes slipping
in and out of my pocket.
And now, these few months hence, there is
this glint on the frost-etched window.
Flash of apt stillness.
A wild-voiced picture:
our pleasure’s twin.
How could I say I know exactly what you are?
By my ear and everywhere I would say!
These light flung words of yours,
not mine, to lend.
Yet, if I could love you so truly and then release you,
would I comprehend what life wishes to teach me
about possessiveness, the brevity of existence,
time itself, worlds of no time?
Most joyful would I leave all the faces of my dwelling.
Sail headlong into far-flung dream,
toward sky’s moon, hunting the sun.
Glimpse heaven in our dancing?
Behold you and my own body, firefly,
before we were born?
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
"You're looking fit," she said, the words sliding off her tongue.
"Thanks. So are you."
It was a cold walk up to the oak door
and my nose was red from the wind.
Sun Meadow. That was her neighborhood.
A little optimistic for my taste.
Five, maybe six, people I graduated with lived on her street.
"Where are your parents?"
"Cayman Islands. They usually go somewhere tropical
after the holidays. I would've gone, but work... you know."
"Yup. No time for fun."
"You wanna smoke hookah?"
"Sure. What flavor?"
"Don't be silly; house mix, always."
She loved the "house mix."
It was a slightly overbearing concoction
of apple, banana, and melon flavored tobacco.
I ran my hand through my hair to dissolve the snow.
Her mom was an interior decorator, so I was surrounded
by obscure, obnoxious, and expensive trinkets from
God knows where.
I sat on a bar stool and watched her make the bowl.
Her moves had gone from graceful to inept
just as she had gone from goddess to **** in my mind.
She set the hookah on the bar and inhaled.
Then it was my turn.
It went on like that for five minutes or so
as she looked me up and down.
Every once in a while she would lick her lips
or lean forward to expose even just a centimeter more of her *******
"So who's the new ****
"Beg your pardon?"
"You heard me," she spat.
"My left or my right, depending on how many notes
I've taken that day."
"Ha ha, very funny. How long's that been the case?"
"A week or two. Maybe three," I quip.
"Restless yet?"
"That's all I've ever been."
Ashley was never tactful.
She showed her hand too fast, but she
bet so little it made no difference.
She was also never virginal.
People often romanticize their first time with stories
of secret escapes or innocent awkwardness.
I was never like that and Ashley appreciated the monstrous
control and possessiveness I wrapped around my *****
I took what I wanted, she told me.
She liked that, I guess.
She knew a couople girls I had been with--
they'd shared their "stories" with her.
Stories of how I'd ripped the innocence from them,
the thrill,
the wall slamming,
screaming,
cursing,
the painful entrance,
strength,
weakness,
and finally
the out-of-breath finish
where I left them feeling like rag dolls.
Or so I'm told.
She liked that.
Craved it, even.
So, I let her have it.
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
Or do I already know?
I naively nourish these fervid feelings I hold.
Moving slowly, in rhythm, matching your sway,
Questionless is my admiration in every way.
Ardently I coast on the energy waves
Of your passions
And dispassionate despondency.
Waste the day together watching good TV;
It's not wasted if it's with you.
The never-ending riddle of learning how to love,
And learning how to love the one you love,
The one you think most of.
The unfaltering encouragement of success,
Filling in the blanks so the other won't stress.
I'll sweep the floors when you can't anymore,
Get us through the boring chores
Of every day life.
Those mundane motions for the future--
So much more to look forward to
With the addition of you.
Voices soften with the intimacy of quieter talk...
And the sensuality of our skin.
The carelessness and the giving in.
The tears shed, yours and mine,
Shared as "tiny dots on an endless timeline."
The subtleties of selflessness,
The subtleties of trying to change.
The obsession over mistakes,
Anxiety that keeps me awake.
Heated fights and
The addictive rush when we make up.
The selfishness, greed and possessiveness build up.
I am broken,
Or I act as if I am so.
I am broken, but there are sunflowers I wish to grow
In the broken *** within you
So that you may feel a little less broken too.
If this is love, I wish someone could tell me.
If this is love, why must it be so delicate,
Yet so assiduously enduring?
Continuous forgiveness
And the things we let each other get away with;
The "knowing better"s.
All those firsts, all those places that were meant to be with you.
Everything I would do
To make you smile.
How naturally I could laugh and feel at ease,
How naturally you brightened a smile on me.
How naturally, despite, we could become so miserable.
How naturally, despite, I could love so unconditional.
The wanting to just feel you there
Till we were unaware of our despair.
The frankness and the fall of our walls.
The letting go.
The folding up my heart and putting it away
When I can accept
It's not yet
To be worn by you.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
I always thought women who follow a mans every word must be some sort of weak woman. Where is her own power? Where is her own thought and beliefs in this follow the leader deal. Why would anyone follow another like that?
I wonder no more. I know.
I have more power, not less. I follow everything he tells me to do for several reasons. The first is respect. I have the utmost respect for this man. I know that everything he does he does to keep me protected and safe. Therefore I listen word for word what he asks of me, what he TELLS me to do.
When someone is so protective one can see it as ********** possessiveness or simply as love and protection.
How one sees this is depending on what you believe.
I believe his every more is for MY benefit. I know everything he does he does for me. I know he wants me happy, smiling and constantly touching.
I do not resist. I do not fight this. It makes me VERY happy. I am protected and loved. I am the most safe I have ever felt.
I am not a possession. I am most definitely not treated like one.
I am cared for more now than I have ever been in more ways than I thought possible. I feel so very protected. I am HIS responsibility.
He takes that as seriously as possible. With a huge smile no less.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Anger is weakness.
Temper is weakness.
I let it consume me for minutes
Reach the haven
For calmer thought.
Acceptance
Indifference
Strength returns to me.
What others do should not affect you.
They can do as they please.
Possessiveness got the better of me
But in reality
It doesn't matter
All is well.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 10:52 AM UTC
Sexually, the Scorpio man & Cancer woman makes one of the most amazing duo. The Water from both the signs mixes so well, that its serenity & soothing feel keeps nurturing their love. The Scorpio man’s love nature is more intense & yearning than that of most men & hers is more romantic & sensitive than that of most women. Both of them long for a certain degree of security in a relationship which they get from their emotional attachment & enhance with the purity of love making. Cancer female’s heart is almost always turned on by sensing peace & coziness she feels by being held in her Scorpio lover’s arms while he needs loyalty, that he can get in plenty from Cancer lady love. He enjoys it when her heart starts beating terribly fast during the act & her face getting so flush. Most times she wants so much to match his torturously delicious movements with her own, but she holds her emotions firmly. Actually she must let him know how much he drives her crazy & how much she is in love with him. As they become aware of each other’s unspoken needs, their physical mating can be a truly transcendental experience & their ****** union becomes a strange mixture of eroticism & purity. As this is always a very wonderful couple but nothing is actually perfect & to reach perfection some amount of sacrifice is always needed, they must first conquer together their most negative traits: Cancer woman’s baseless fears & possessiveness, Scorpio man’s burning jealousy & revenge compulsion & also their mutual financial caution. If these differences are passed by successfully there can be hardly any Scorpio-Cancer relationship that is ever broken. As both of them are outrageous in nature & tend to retreat into solitude when angry, to have a healthy relationship they should rather openly talk it over to find solutions. Otherwise, a very lovely relationship may end up abruptly, after which they invariably miss each other very much usually throughout their lives.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
My 1st relationship wasn't with the girl I loved or anyone special. I was young and dumb into the casual life style.
This one night stand turned into a 13 month nightmare. I learned to love even though at the time I didn't love myself. My brothers death and a pervious romance had me sour and bitter.
We dated even though it wasn't what I wanted she wanted it to be us but later she wanted me to be about her.
I tried to end it on many occasions but she wouldn't take it's over them she made a suicide threat so I stuck around. I died inside started to shutdown. Her insecurity and possessiveness eventually took its toll.
The summer rolled around the corner and we departed. I healed and needed to recharge my battery. I returned home this is a college relationship I might add.
It was over but she managed to manipulate her way back. One last night together that made it officially over. I got accused of being with someone else. Turns out this girl has a summer fling and trying to play the guilt card.
I'm not saying I won't ever date I just don't want to bother dating. Enjoy life and experience new. The best part of life is the story.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
When the loss of a loved one causes you much grief
and so you can’t for a while seem to find any relief,
it’s very likely that you have been too long attached
and possessiveness must now be in ways dispatched.
_______________________
Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 9:49 AM UTC
I could see plainly, that it was a gold embossed invitation
to taste the struggle to escape from the *******
of marriage and grown up kids
and years in a sanctuary of vows controlled
by possessiveness and pain.
Yes, I wanted to kiss you too
but that would mean I would have to slip
out of this armour of similar façades
and run through all the same vows
that turned pages in my throbbing head:
infidelity this, infidelity that
and: remember we have partners!
Yet I was first to reach across these fragile
explanations and swing my arms
around your neck to draw your closer
to my pounding heart and pulse. The desire
broke every rule and shattered the
6th commandment into fragments of memory.
Just this once our eyes closed and lips locked
and we quietly left all our attachments and excuses
at the doorstep of destiny
and wondered what kind of chemistry
breaks us free from all the things
we swore should not happen
but did happen. Next ?
Author Notes
No further explanations.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 3 days ago
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11595922-Lipstick-by-Marshall-Gass#sthash.jdXzuyFs.dpuf
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
If loving your fragrance is bad..
Yes I am the worst girl ever..!!
If locking your soul to mine is a sin..
Yes I am the cruelest sinner ever..!!
If a chill runs down my throat on your name..
Yes I would love to shiver forever..!!
If being busy in your thoughts is sitting idle..
yes I would love to be unemployed forever..!!
If looking at the cutest face forever is tiring..
Yes I would love my eyes being tired forever..!!
If holding your hand forever is possessiveness..
Yes I would love to be called an adhesive forever..!!
If I could protect you from the eyes of others..
Yes I would hide you in my ***** forever..!!
If you could allow me to be in you..
YES I WOULD DISAPPEAR FROM THE WORLD..FOREVER!!!
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
Each past fortifying moment
tends
to be concluded
by a bitter fall.
Once I awoke
from my
empty dreams.
Standing there,
you were in the distance
with your will
to pervade
all areas of my life.
as I dwelled,
you descended yourself
close
to my reach
as I clasped at
only the amount
of which I could
apprehend.
I was fully aware of
your strong inclinations.
Believe I wanted
nothing more than to
emulate every touch
your heart felt.
But mine was so
incapable of
saturation.
My tender attraction
to torment
fastened me in my
chair of
possessiveness
I was
so faithful to.
My dawdling
from confusion
was so misgiving
until
everything was falsely led.
Your hostile anguish
I comprehend now
so clearly.
So time faded what
was unwanted and
I have this memory
relaying a
message
I am too aware
of now to discount.
Days are just numbers and
distance can
dispose in the past.
And it’s this second chance
I can’t do without.
And this devotion I’ve recovered
from the deep depths
that’s been with me all along:
My subconscious hope was the epitome of you.
Oct 23, 2009
Oct 23, 2009 at 11:14 AM UTC
Time brought the joyride to a halt,
Incompatibility being her prevailing issue,
She was my first love.
Even though I tried,
It all ripped apart,
Tearing in front of my eyes!
I escaped my shadow,
Of guilt and loneliness,
By inviting her to curse me.
She said, "You'll repent this,"
I replied, "Who's gonna care about it,"
She started, "You may take it lightly, but one day you're gonna fall off the hill -"
I interjected, "I'm just not gonna take it baby - chill!"
She smiled weakly, "I know that you would love again,"
I said, "No doubt about it, the world is cuter,"
She uttered her curse, "But you won't ever be satisfied!"
I invited few more curses, "Go on, come on - continue your curses!"
She went on, "You'd pay for my tears with your blood!"
I taunted, "Okay! More - just go on baby,"
She snarled, "You'll die feeling lonely in this whole wide world!
The way I find myself lonely under your possessiveness,
You too will feel unloved and unwanted."
I jeered, "Whoa! That scares me to death!"
She continued, "You just can't die so easily,"
I jeered, "Hey that's not like a curse, you can't curse so sweetly,"
She blasted to end it, "Just wait & pray for death to come early!"
True she was, the witch,
My life goes on like her curses,
How true they were!
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 7:28 AM UTC
See her,
skinny lassie -
so aware,
stood there
at the counter.
The eyes
lifted from papers,
hooded and guilty,
leering
under sunglasses.
She knows nothing,
thinks
she's in charge.
Bless her.
Whatever's going to break her
hasn't happened yet.
Makes me shudder,
the thought.
The painful innocence.
"Just a fruit smoothie, please!"
she sparkles
at the man.
Thinks his approval
is unloaded,
worth seeking.
No eyes on me.
Glances fall off me.
If I catch a look,
I see it turn
to embarrassment,
pity
or scorn.
Firing blanks, guys.
I'll take those
over possessiveness,
lust,
crawling promises.
Over saccharine
strychnine
strangler smiles,
over violence, veiled
as love.
Your attention is toxic.
Better show it as such.
"Chips and cheese, please,"
I wheeze,
and his sneer
is a klaxon
of cruel jokes
he'll share with colleagues later.
Those
are the tiny victories
of victimhood,
as the twirling girl inside
stays protected,
unsuspected.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Your possessiveness is just.....
Taming me how to love you...
Teaching me how much you love yourself...
Preparing my mind to hate you...
Please don't feel bad my love...
Inch by inch you are ....
Killing ME !!
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Most part
love,
possessiveness
still infest,
can't wait
to reconstruct.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 9:34 PM UTC
The **** does it really?
The **** does it all mean?
To caren’t oh so freely,
To not aim to read in between.
The **** is this monstrosity?
The **** does this represent?
This self-aware precocity,
Diving and thriving in its own lament.
Possessions stemmed from possessiveness,
Losses that led to lenience,
No ***** to give and not a **** to lose,
Too many have come and went.
The **** does it matter, truly?
The **** should it matter to me?
These thinking caps are on too tight,
I’ll embrace this coldness cruelly.
Not to say that I am so daft,
This emulation of me is unflattering,
I’ve come to love this newfound craft,
The ***** become irrelevant when they stop mattering.
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 12:48 AM UTC
The silence of my room
Loosing its peace
Over the noisy rain call
Shouting outside
Deep forest behind
Shakes off its dirt
Dances with breeze,
In fresh green trees
Cold thoughts fall softly as raindrops
Holding on to my tattered blanket of life
I watch my memories and winter pass by
The milky way in the night sky
Lost its way
Comes down in torrents of rain
To ask me for one dance
Clouds
Took off the cloaks of my shadow
Running arms wide open
On the wings of love,
I soar to distant stars
While, in the puddles of rainwater
My little ego fish, finds its greatness
Buddha smiles, lotus pond waits
To bring me back
Mind exists in it's own world of passion
Possessiveness and touch
Fleshy wounds, senses dirt
The power of the dusty path
Is not in the eternal wait of life's traveler
But in bringing the end of
Karmic shell
The lightness of being to be released
One by one, pain stripped off
My wanting, my needing, my attachment
Slowly Buddha reached out to me
Lying tattered on the path
Revealing
Invisible bundle of pure love and joy
Covered in rags of past
Buddha, is that really me?
As I prepare to sleep
In my cold lonely shell
___________________
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:35 AM UTC
in the burning bed
writhing in tears
begging
"love me....love me"
--
the story is too old
too weak
--
the fleeting afternoon
the stroll in the park
kids play
and we...?
--
writhin in burning beds
of jealousy
and possessiveness
turning into hate
--
there is a meaning
and
a meaninlessness
--
the song is true
strength is here
dance!
sing!
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 11:16 AM UTC
hate is the result of jealously guarded "love"
(and lovers)
jealousy comes alive in the isolated and the fearful
to survive is to be gentle
to survive is to be real
--
hate often takes the form of
a possessiveness that cripples
and humiliates
all who find it aimed at their heart
so they run!
RUN! RUN!! RUN!!
be free
of the love that is the disquised hate
the disquised lonliness
the disquised fear
in those who forget
they must fight for survival
with undauntable gentleness
--
we must be soul warriors
or we shall simply join
the pile of decayed and dying flesh
everywhere
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC