Poetry: His Words.

He made me fall in love with his words,

Not once,

Not twice,

But a thousand times,

It scared me how quick I was to idolize him,

How quick I got attached,

He lured me in,

And even without him knowing,

He mesmerized me.

He made me lost in his words,

I could just sit and hear him talk for hours,

Without even realizing how long it had been.

He said somebody’s smile cast a spell,

Did he know what he could do?

So oblivious

Yet so charming,

God save me!

Save me from this obsession that has been created,

From this black hole of words,

A whirlwind of emotions,

I am weak to it,

So weak that I lose myself,

I just found myself a while ago,

And I still need me,

Before I can be there for somebody else,

I am too weak to give myself away,

I am weak to love,

I find solace in words,

Yet now they drive me crazy,

They put me to an endless torture,

Words that make me go through a crazed obsession.