You come to my mind wherever possible

I tie you to everything, all reduces to you

and leaves me waiting, knocking your door

The door never opens but I’m not a fool

This is obsession, I’m ramming you down.


You’ll never be over but always with me

you will mesh, like any ghost, rounded

enough to incomplete me until reshaped

You’ll be dragged to mind for convenience.


You will carve your niche and be amazed,

with how truly neglected you become.



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