A New Kind of Love

Long ago, obsession made way
to settle itself into my heart.
I couldn't and wouldn't have predicted this
so long ago, at the start.

I didn't know what would happen
with "Slow Learner" and "Unfair,"
but now, I feel like my life revolves around writing.
I guess, because it, as well as music, is always there.

A shoulder to cry on,
a teddy bear to grip,
rails on a set of slippery steps.
I'm sure not to slip.

A blanket in the cold times,
a lullaby so soothing,
words that may mean nothing to others,
but to me, they are most moving.

A way to tell others
what's lying on my chest
without having to confront them.
I'll let them read it at best.

My rhyming dictionary
gives it form so easy to read,
so others, not involved,
can hear me laugh and cry and plead.

Stories of people suffering
more than I do,
so I will feel better
when I part from you.

Secret emotions
I hide from that guy.
A message to me or someone else
asking or telling why.

It's a duty I feel I have.
It's unpleasant at times,
especially when, sadly,
nothing rhymes.

My one and only true love.
That's what writing is.
A technique to part with thoughts
like obsession such as this.