My Obsession
My everything; My nothing
His Nothing; Her everything
She has him, I have me
My obsession starkly cold
I know all his secrets
Every little habit
He belongs to me in my heart
His name, tattooed
My kind of art
The only thing I dont know
Why her; Why not me?
Why not us; Why them?
He is my obsession
My warmth in the cold
My everything
Mine in the end
My obsession; My love
Never have we met
Yet he remains
The obsession of my heart
One day mine
To hold in prison strong arms.