Love is a gift. Obsession is a curse. The line between is thin. Anyways I’m still a beginner so feedback is always welcome! I do know the rhyme here is a bit stammery, so I’d say this is my worst work yet, but no harm in publishing it for feedback right?


Meus. Mea. Meum

12th of June, 2025
I finally find the girl I’m looking for
She’s perfection to the core
I need her, she makes me feel alive

Though with her friends she keeps going out
I try to isolate, to claim what’s mine
Though unlike me, she isn’t devout
I make it clear she walks a thin line

One day we get into a heated quarrel
She lies, says I’ve been a narcissist
And tells me I’m amoral
When she tries to leave, I break her wrist

I need her to stay mine forever
And so her head I start to sever

You’ll be freed from my pity
Freed from your shame
And as you dance with the angels
Only I will call your name



Poetry by Artorius
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Written on 2026-06-02 at 01:19

Tags Obsession  Control  Devotion 

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