Obsession

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I know my inner demon —

it has a shape,
a name,
a voice that calls mine.
It stays dormant
only for a little while.

No matter
what I am doing,
it tends to appear —
uninvited,
and sometimes longed for too.

It makes me cry at times,
but also smile,
or frown,
or ache.
It keeps me distracted,
pulling at my heart
until I don’t know
if anything is real at all.

I know it is unreal —
but I can’t let it go.