IS IT??

Is it bad dear one that I crave and desire you?
That you are almost becoming my obsession?
Is it wrong that I greatly wish to be yours?
To belong to you, who belongs to another?
That I crave you more than I crave my favorite dish?
And that I wish, I wish it was me always with you?
Is it bad that I desire you so much it hurts really bad?
And that I can’t do nothing about my pain. Is it??

It is obvious that I can’t stand nobody being with you,
But do tell me, my love, how bad can a wish like mine be?
Is it wrong that I wish I belonged to you and not her?
And that I could be with you always and for eternity?
That I want you so bad my senses strain and they pain me,
Is it awful that I seek you even though he has you?
Is it bad to wish you could leave him and be with me?
Or that you would even look at me just once?

Is it wrong of me to wish happiness for me with you?
And not care about him? Tell me my love, is it?
Is it selfish to want you for me, myself and I?
I just want to be happy with you, to belong to you,
To be your first thought as you watch the horizon,
And to be your latest thought as you lay down.
I just wish you would see me for me, that you would like me,
I’d be content with that, for now. But love, I need you.

I just wish you would make me feel like I belonged to you,
That every hour of day I would be etched into your subconscious,
That you would send just a smile my way, I’d really be happy.
I promise that would brighten my day, despite the many wishes I got.
I wish, you stop lying to me, that you would be trustworthy,
That you look at me the way you look at him, with love,
And wouldn’t see me as a stalker, and instead my love,
As someone whose greatest wish is to be with you and treat you right.

Is it bad that I wish, is it??? That I desire to cherish without tags?
Torn desideratum an open secret, intoxications and rude awakenings,
The overwhelming desire to shred all of you, to see beyond your eyes.
The inability to supposedly access mine drives me crazy, I am crazy, for you.
Dusty innocence with lessons to miss, need and love.
I only wish you were mine, that only my lips could claim yours,
But you see me as a friend, yet you’re responsible for my obsessions.
Possessive you say, insecure you claim, adjective I need not, for mine fits best.