Obsession

To want you, to need you
feel you ... breathe you -
Craving your embrace,
dreaming of lacing my imperfect fingers
through your silken hair.

Wanting you, needing you to love me!
... to even know I'm there
I look in the mirror and I loathe what I see
because - you can't see me.

Longing, aching, praying
to bring my imperfect lips to yours!
Loving you with every fibre of my being!
... but it's not enough -
so I bleed for you;
aching with each imperfect drop that's shed
to purify me.
Oh, I'd shed this imperfect skin
if it would make me worthy,
I'd pluck these imperfect eyes from their sockets
to make you see me
I'd cut out this imperfect heart,
the very heart that beats the rythym of your name,
to lay next to you and hear yours beat
... just once.