Obsession

I captured the moments that had yet even to happen

Soaking the negatives in a sea of undying devotions

With aspirations outweighing the expenses of my relapse

Poetical tumors in my heart had turned to diamonds

Aesthetic memories endlessly surfaced from my eyes

As the cancerous emotions beautifully agonized

Memories of the future flourished, in mind

Unaware of the present, at last, I became

Uncertain of love throughout the frailty of age

Could I see your face, should I erode from this place?

Such questions engulfed the aftermost of my sanity

Such anguishing thoughts, so comfortably suffocating

But it was all I had left to ever love, of you again

The everlasting regret, for have taken you for granted

Seeped as ink, the pseudo-blood of a heartbroken poet

Unto tortured trees, often rested redundant sorrows

Repetitious contemplations of suicidal tomorrows

Torn in flesh, a name I could not bear even to say

A constant reminder of my decay, her silence became

You can’t afford to let it cross your mind another day

I kept assuring myself; you would escape from my dreams

Though a part of me continued to paint a portrait of “us.”

That very part of me, we both sought to allay