By Courtney, Lickwidbase@yahoo.com
Date: 5 January 2001
Obsessed?
You say I'm
obsessed.
Ha! With what exactly?
Your mentality?
The way you make me want to crawl up and
not exist sometimes?
You being a sex-crazed pig?
No,
Wait, I know.
It must be
your kind heart
your ability to make me feel
like
the wondeful gal I am,
your drug addiction
But hey,
doesn't only one of those 3 pertain to
you??
I think we know which one, cupcake.
I always found it
sooo adorable when you
went into withdrawl
after 1 short
day.
So cute.
Obsessed?
Don't think so.
Posessed?
Maybe.
By this "love"
I "thought" was true,
that I "thought"
would make it through
all the bullshit
Only to find out-
YOU WERE bullshit
right
down to that fake "thugged out"
attitude.
My head was in the
clouds...
Oh, sorry. Is that just smoke from your
bong?
I always get confused,
never was as "smart"
as you.
I choke,
not on the smoke, but
on my words.
Then I laugh.
Ha
Obsessed?
With what?
Your anger management problem?
How you could rob a house and never get caught?
How greatly you rolled a blunt?
How endearing it was catching you with other girls?
Your ability to lie to my face, without blinking an eye?
Those eyes...
I was in LOVE with
your smile
your big ears
your touch
those kisses(God, I felt like I was on fire)
The heart I "thought"
I knew
The love I "thought"
I'd found
What I "thought"
I was becoming-
A part of you,
your heart,
your world.
You were mine, why couldn't
I take a tour
of yours??
I let it all
go
drop
fall
around me
Lost so much
for you
to turn your back and
in mine,
stick a knife.
A rather large one.
Obsessed?
No.
Tired?
Yes
of the lies
the tears
the shit talking
of thinking
so damn
much.
Obsessed?
A cruel word to describe
my love for
you.
Maybe I am obsessed
but you
are
an asshole.
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