Obesesion Poem by leen Akel MNSR

You will never get rid of me in this age
Inside me you are increasing the rage
I don't want to let you go
My grip on your hand, stopping the blood flow

Why do you want to leave so badly?
I'll lock you up gladly
You're the only one i have left
My heart has suffered through theft

You don't have to be my lover
Simply a friend or another
You've always had my back
That, i don't want to lack

You really grew on me
Rainy days with steaming hot tea
Yeah that was our thing
Now you only want the bling

You're not leaving this time
In a bucket of cents, you are the dime
Can not be found that easily
Together we should die peacefully