Flailing at Poetry - Because it's fun

More Obsessing on Obsession

by Thea Dawn

A Want,

more a need.

A glimpse of smell,

my memories whisper.

Shivering,

stubbornly cry.

Rocking,

no resistance.

Sharp,

not stabbing.

Pulling Down,

my sweater of ache.

One more time,

this last thing.

Misunderstanding,

only to repeat.

It's okay,

not my first.

Time forgets,

at last.