obsession 2

I am obsessed
I think I am
Or I am not.
Maybe I was.
Perhaps, I shouldn’t be.

I am obsessed with freedom,
Not just this crippling rhythm.
I am obsessed because you don’t need me committing.
I am obsessed because I don’t have to be my best.
I am obsessed with you, because you do not even know you.

I am obsessed because your normal is attractive to my inaccuracies.
I am obsessed because I don’t have to try so hard to love you.
For once, I can see myself with a mirror, playing the old games I am known for.

I am obsessed because you don’t know what you want,
Your inability to decide puts us in a boat of lust.
I am obsessed with you because I am still believing for you.

This obsession, it is the type that wants to hold your head close to the blossom of my chest.
Whenever you feel tired or scared.
This obsession will be there.
This obsession is what you call a friend.

This obsession is the type that stands by the river,
Listening to So will I by Amanda,
Interceding for you to be better.

This obsession is in love with your flaws.
This obsession has seen love times without number.
Sticking by you isn’t what the obsession has to do.
But this obsession believes in you.

This obsession, I have no name for it.
I think it is agape love, that one with no flaws.
The obsession takes your wrongs,
Forgiving your errors, calling you by name.

This obsession tells you countless stories.
This obsession might just be love.
But this obsession has had enough.