Obsessed

I met you at a time when I was healing,

The simple thought of you was so thrilling,

And god, I really needed that feeling,

So exciting, so fulfilling.

So my mind made up stories,

Stories about us, and how we were more than buddies,

For a minute there, I thought it was real,

For a minute, I thought my heart you would steal.

Slowly, my heart started expecting,

But slowly you stopped texting,

I realized I was left reflecting,

On dreams that were only projecting,

Maybe our story was never truly connecting.