Let me be obsessed with you. Let me imagine this life with me and you, dawns for watching your eyes peek from under those ridiculously beautiful lashes, days spent will a glow on my skin and a spring in my step because dusk will leave me pleasured in your arms.
Let me be obsessed with you, let my dreams be filled with images of you, my nightmares be of you being lost to me. Let me pretend that this t-shirt still holds your scent, and I have two toothbrushes in my bathroom and while I woke up alone today in my bed, there was a note from you on that pillow I never use.
Let me be obsessed with you, let me write my name with an ending that’s yours, let me cut out pictures in bridal magazines, save up baby names in my diary…a diary with more entries of your name than mine. Let me lose my mind because I have nothing but you on it.
Let me be obsessed with you, but more than that let me pretend you feel the same; that your heart belongs to me. That I am The One and every second we are apart you can barely breathe. That the contours of my body are the stuff of your fantasies and the sound of my voice a sirens call that welcomes you to your personal shangri la.
Let me be obsessed with you, let me pretend about you..because that’s all I trust myself to do. I didn’t find love in my hopeless heart, I just want attention…I don’t want your heart, not truly I’ll only take it because I want you to never get over me. And even my dark little heart knows you’re too good for me. So I obsess over you and pretend that I was a better kind of girl, one who could touch you without ruining you.