is it love or obsession?

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Why are you so stuck on that person’s imagination ,you wish on your good luck to own them like a passion

You are so blinded in your so-called love ; you can’t see the through what hurts what not 

Mentally obsessed with a school boy crush, putting all you want on him in a rush 

is this love or obsession? move on please

Your desperation to make him yours will make your life worse

All you want is to project all good qualities over him

Going from all lonely and crying and being happy on a whim

Yes, he is good and nice but he isn’t the only grain of rice 

You deserve the love too, but not from him 

Someone will come through to teach you life 

They will be good and they will be nice

 But only if you let them inside 

You are hurting yourself all way down anxiety panic loneliness and boom 

That’s not what love is about hurting own self to keep other one around 

He isn’t even the one for you he made it clear quite a few, but you aren’t ready to accept it 

Your mind has found the mess comfortable, change of feelings scares the shit

 And your mind says you did nothing wrong but it did not to him but you

So, get up girl get a grip and fucking move on please


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