Lovely Obssessed

When the person you love leaves and you're left with nothing but Love so you search for them online.

Obsessed obsidian heart aching to see you they say absence makes the heart grow fonder but Time only made me stop repressing myself so my love for you could grow stronger.

I loved once before, for the first time, and it nearly killed me. And when I saw you, when I saw your smoky quartz eyes, the way you loved cards, the way you danced and sang and rapped and the way you did you, I couldn't help myself.

I fell again. Hard. The, no-I-don't-have-a crush, I-fell-in-love kinda warm cheeks, cold feet sensation. The love I didn't want because I knew it could hurt me.

But when I finally realized it was Love I felt, you were gone. Probably living your best life, without me. Then, I got obsessed, searching for every trace of you, when you left.

Read articles you made, songs you created. Overanalyzed and quoted and annotated lyrics, finding new sides of you even when we're estranged. Love is sometimes proud, sometimes pain.

Sometimes obsession is Love and sometimes you are obsessed with them because you love them and can't bear to see them go.