She. (i "don't like" her)

she has become
my obsession.

she walks with
such grace.

talks with
supple lips.

smells like
honey tulips.

so she has become
my obsession.

and her words
my reflection.

i follow her
where ever.

i dream of her
whenever.

i wish i were
her shadow
so i would never
have to leave her.

she has
become
my obsession.

a touch from her
would be a blessing.

i crave her
long to make her laugh.

and laugh along
she is strong.

she is weak
but i like it.

she is becoming
my depression.

and i can't escape
her footprints in the sands.

i can't run from
the memories.

i can't hide from
the light.

i can't try
with all my might
i can't win.

she has become
my submission.

and she is taking away something from me.

she doesn't know
what she's doing to me
or does she?