Obsessed Poem by Rose Marie Cook

Your obsession with him
It drives us insane
He is no longer yours
Stop calling his name

You dream of him
Cry for him
And yet you do not have him
He's your obsession

Staring into his eyes
Which are gazing into hers
Remembering how his soft lips accompanied yours
While he is kissing her

You know the contours of his face
The way the light changes the harshness
You know all of this and obsess over it
And yet he is gladly hers

He is in your thoughts replaying over and over
In your heart saying forever and ever
Love is not the word in which you search for
This is not love, how could it be?

How can something so time consuming
So heart retching be love
How can the suffering and tears in your eyes
Equate to this assumption of love?

He has her all that he wants
His obsession, however is not for her
Unlike you he is not obsessed
But he has indeed found love

Obsession and love are in fact not the same
How can they be?
Love is felt by two
And his is not meant for you