This is a poem I wrote just today (February 6, 2012) about the anxiety of my days I have been juggling since I have been on "medical leave" from work, waiting for worker’s compensation to kick in.

The story is about a sink that refuses to stop leaking.

We are humans who only want to know our worth. The love we get out of our loving is a gift that can be shared forever.

All that is too much is dangerous. All needs to be regulated, especially love. It must be tame, it should be tame for sometimes it is so wild that consequences would be so difficult to deal with.

Obsession is something that many will feel and only is going to end badly. How badly is a question that is up for debate.

A short piece of prose written in 1st person their obsession with another.

My idol.

Maybe I’m better off not saying anything, guys talk about sex all the time and get girls that love them; I choose love and no girl even likes me, not to mention what happened with “Sweetness” Hushing Love… a better chance of silencing my heart.

Here I was.

Obsession is a domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire.