You don’t understand, do you?

The obsession

The obsession

The obsession.

The obsession that hurts

again

and again

and again.

every time it comes around it cuts

deeper

and deeper

and deeper.

Not my flesh but my heart.

It bleeds

it bleeds

it bleeds.

Words that circle like vultures:

Pathetic

worthless

failure.

Vultures that won’t wait for this racing heart to fail.

picking

picking

picking

at my still-living body until there is nothing left

a shell

a shell

a shell

barely the structure of a human.

Too much

too much

too much

heart to give away, to hurt.

You don't understand, do you?