My Quiet Obsession

Every time I see you,

I tense with anger.

I hate you for what I feel.

I hate you.

Nothing was real.

And as I stare at you,

I crave your affection.

I miss your calming eyes.

I forget how they feel,

But all of it was lies.

It felt so real.

And as the days linger on,

I know my eyes will seek you.

And I know I'll never lose affection.

My quit Obsession.

For Tasha.(as creepy as that is)