Obsessed Poem by careema cooper

Stale blood and stiff limbs are now the makings of me...
I'm dying to have you.
kiss me with love inside and out.
I'll be your dying rose.
Please hold me gentle- for I am prone to breaking- with your skin like morphine...
...every touch from your hands healing me, easing and killing my pain...
...but i know this will never become true in my eyes. Your something i can only imagine,
buried deeply in mind,
im thinking intensely... Deep intense thoughts of becoming apart of you, breathing you in,
sucking in your soul so that im half alive..
I want to be on your inside,
cradling your precious heart in my palms.
I promise you I wont break it...
Please, can I keep you? ..
Though A quiet crimson flow- an invisible line- near flat, what's left of my heart is yours for the taking.