lovesick

In the theater of my thoughts, i sit in darkness. Nothing but the echo of my fragile beating heart can be heard. The play unfolds, the narrative etched with shades of possessive desire. I find myself tangled in the intricate web of wanting, an obsidian thread woven with threads of need. Your laughter, a coveted melody, echoes in the chambers of my mind, and every shared gaze becomes a silent battle for ownership. In the crowded expanse of existence, my eyes betray a venomous vigilance, an invisible boundary drawn around you. Walls of inadequacy rise, constructed with the bricks of insecurity and fear. Each smile you bestow upon others becomes a phantom ache, a reminder that my grip on your attention is tenuous at best. The moon, with its ceaseless pull on the tide, becomes a metaphor for the gravity of my desire. I want you not as a choice but as an undeniable compulsion, a force that defies reason and decorum. I am addicted to you. I want you. I need you. To get you addicted to me as well, I love you until you couldn't possibly be loved any further. Any harder. I desire you to crave me too. In the kingdom of jealousy, I assume the throne, a monarch of possessiveness.