You slither around the folds in my cerebellum
in a cyclical motion
squeezing and constricting
Eventually you attach yourself to my tissue,
you become one with me.
I cannot separate myself from you.
I am you, you are me.
Without you, I cannot breathe.
I lose myself in fantasy.
What if, maybe, what could be, if only….
You are both my pleasure and my pain.
A strange dichotomy.
I rarely fight you anymore these days.
It would seem that obsession has given way to possession….