Obsessive Lover

Low, hollow night ready to dismember

The facial expression on his face couldn't decipher.

My infatuation for him was in December.

My notorious lust for him flourish my cold, winter heart

Like a sinner pretender.

I crave his mouth, voice, and his nourish black hair like

A surrender sinister.

Harassing my unrequited love for he doesn't want the obsessive

Attention from a pretender.

Very unwanted and very disturbed

But my love for him kindle like a fire

My hunger for his pink, full lips stays uneaten.

My hunger for him on me, stay unintended.

Hard freezing, pretty ugly, happy grief.

He doesn't want a submissive quitter.