Possesiveness

I'm possessive to a fault
daring you to ignore
the only thing that matters to you-

Me.

Watch your back

because one of these days

I'll mark you.

A silver scar across your palm

a golden symbol behind your neck

and as you walk abroad, all will say

"There goes the man possessed

slave to the girl who loves with passion,

left to wander the streets alone

as she soars through the skies”

No princess will ever own your heart

Until this peasant girl returns it

You won’t be able to breathe

Without my physical presence

And my thoughts will drive your insane

So watch your back boyo
Before my obsessive madness engulfs you.

- written in a streak of insanity...