Writing

Seagull at Bonifacio

Obsessive (1998)

How can it be that you bother me so much?
Why does my body so thrill to your touch?
What did you do that invaded my mind?
(You talked and you listened and your eyes glistened kind).

The time we spent together crystallised my thought;
I tossed and I turned while I pondered what I ought
To do about my feelings, to do about my lust,
So I tell you and I wait for our friendship to be dust.

God knows how you'll react when I tell you how I feel,
Probably with horror, most likely you will reel
Back in disgust; but whilst I still have hope
I'd rather that I told you and maybe I will cope.

Do what you have to, tell me the worst,
And I'll try to smile as my heart begins to burst,
And later, all alone, I will start to cry
And I'll shrivel up inside as my soul begins to die.

And too many times I follow down this way
And yet I pick me up again and see another day,
But maybe this time might just be the last:
A person with no future gets buried in the past.