At the center of any obsession is something you want and cannot have // At the center of any obsession is something you want and do not want to have // At the center of any obsession is something you do not want but it wants you // At the center of any obsession is something you want desperately but it is something else // At the center of any obsession is something you want but would not know what to do with once you had it // At the center of any obsession is something you stop wanting once it wants you // At the center of any obsession is your own self unable to love without a mask // At the center of any obsession is your own self ready to love without a mask // At the center of any obsession is a heart of gold // Hear its soft beat

Saved by the wit of your precognitive self.

One heartbeat, or a trick of the light.

Come and set my amygdala on fire with your swiping emotive blaze.

Staring at an empty box. Thinking of what used to be in there. Hypnotised.

All that struggle to change a distorted image the other has of you, while the only battle lies in answering the doubt within.

When it comes to love, no one knows the answer. Except you.