The sentiment lives

an evergreen zombie

shunned and embarrassing

lingers in a back

and lips to a throat

concurred by a hectic heart beat

what a creep.

Almost five years

gradually turning to six

the obsession nettles

dependence is not in favour

even from such perfection

this cursed affection

shouldn’t exist

it’s not real.

It’s mortifying

to finally let the lyrics click

in the most morbid

and profound ways

my psyche swayed

all due to the image of you.