~Obsession 

 There is a reason I cherish the words

that make up the language of obsession.

-I have half filled booklets

half filled with poems for you,

they are very stubborn,

but I cherish them,

and you.

-I'm just as self obsessed,

as I am poetic.

Thick headed, can you tell?

I will acknowledge myself,

as speaker of these words

I'm so obsessed with,

because I cherish them,

and I cherish you,

and I am stubborn,

as a basso ostinato.

-There is a reason, for these fractures.

I can't write you a poem that is perfect,

but these torn up shreds 

of lines are perfectly aligned 

to the way you make me feel.

-Sometimes I cut myself

off at the worst time.

Whatever this is

my timing is worse.

Trust me I'm better off dead

set on finishing a fragment

than starting a conversation.-

There is a very good reason for this,

but I have said far too much already.

(lolaaa99 requested this wonderful piece from Stanley. His first for us here.)