When Love Turned to Obsession

I loved him once, with heart so pure,

In every touch, I thought I was sure.

But love, it seems, was not his way,

For obsession took its place one day.

At first, I basked in all his care,

The way he’d watch, the way he’d stare.

But slowly, shadows filled the space,

Where once I felt love’s gentle grace.

He didn’t love me—no, not quite,

He craved control, a jealous fight.

His eyes, they burned, not with desire,

But with a need that fanned the fire.

I gave him all, yet still he sought

To claim me like a thing he’d bought.

I loved him, blind to every sign,

Until I knew he wasn’t mine.

He was obsessed, his grip too tight,

And I, a bird, deprived of flight.

What once was love, now feels like chains,

A twisted dance of endless strains.

So now I walk a different line,

I see the truth, the clearer sign.

For love is free, but he, confined,

Was lost in a possessive mind.

I loved him once, but now I see,

His obsession could never set me free.