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The boy is mine

The boy is mine

Published Nov 3, 2025 Updated Nov 3, 2025 Personal Development
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The boy is mine

To you, who makes me obssessed like a fcking psycho.

I haven’t met him yet

But I already know the weight of his presence.

The idea of him moves through me like a song I can’t stop humming.


He exists in fragments:

A name, a voice I’ve never heard,

A silhouette that keeps me awake.

I build him piece by piece ;

His laughter, his scent,

The warmth of his hand that I’ve never held.

And the more I invent,

The more real he becomes.

He doesn’t know it yet,

But he’s already feeding me ;

Each thought, each trace,

A spark to keep my obsession breathing.


I don’t fall in love; I fixate.

I orbit. I study.

And if he ever starves me of attention,

I’ll find another gravity to drown in.

That’s how I work :

by obsession.


So even now,

Before the first glance,

Before the first word :

The boy is mine.

Linthong

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