sometimes i wish i wrote

the way i thought,

with maddening hunger,

obsessively; i'd write to the point of suffocation.

suffocating; the thought of her,

i'd write me into restless obsession, portraying the worst case of love,

but i wouldn't dare utter a word to them,

thus, she'll never be a witness of

my tentacles of abysmal obsession.

i write about her more than i should.