Perhaps the obsession wasn’t you. But the act of love.

Not that I did not love you.

But rather, that I did love you.

I used to wonder,

If I replaced you with someone else.

Would I have still been in love?

Now, of course I fell for the person.

But when we went our seperate ways.

I couldn’t get up.

Because in the way in which I loved you.

When I felt as if you didn’t love me

I didn’t get up.

I got up, when I stopped loving you.