It frightens her,
This consuming emotion,
This feeling that once ruined her life,
Something called obsession.
It only takes a look,
A kind or intelligent word,
For her heart to surrender,
For her mind to lose control.
She sees emotions that are not there,
Dreams fantasies in great and exquisite detail,
From the striped dress she would wear,
To the tulip yellow sun in the sky.
If they were to meet,
She would frighten him away,
Just as she has all of the others,
With her overwhelming hope.
Hope that she may love him,
That he may bring out the best in her,
Leaving behind the melancholy carcass of her past.