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written by: Ishita Sharma


I am obsessed with you, with the part of you that is not mine,
With the hugs of yours that make me feel deficient of myself in your absence,
With your fingers moving on my back, touching my flesh
Piercing my soul,
I believed to be complete in myself earlier,
After meeting you I realized so much of me was empty,
Waiting for you to fill the voids;
My obsession with you is for your imperfections,
The way you are busy with life without realizing my presence, my existence,
How you try not to talk to me when we are together,
Ways in which we cuddle together but feel apart
Your scratches that leave mark on me, my memories;
I am obsessed with you, with the ways you have opted to ignore me;
With the talks that are not audible, that make me feel anxious,
With the memories of you talking to me for hours.
And now I am comforting myself in the discomfort of this obsession.

Ishita Sharma

Ishita Sharma

I am Ishita Sharma. I have completed my post graduation from Department of Humanity, Veer Narmad South Gujarat University. Right now I am working as teaching assistant at Human Resource Development Department, Veer Narmad South Gujarat University.
Ishita Sharma

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