When I got my haircut on Friday, I was walking home and saw all this ice around me melting and was just thinking, it kind of inspired me to write this poem, I thought the ice was about obsession, whenever I hear the word, "obsession" I think of ice or something white and then the idea sparked into my head, why not write a poem about mania and obsessive love? There really is a thin line between love and obsession, those who are obsessed truly believe that the person they love should be theres and theres alone, that they are only trying to help in one way or another, make someone happy, but somehow obsession always seems to turn inward into lunacy. Love does make a person go mad, but is it love a person is feeling when all they can think about is one person or is it being confused for another emotion? Here's my view on it, even i can become obsessed with the smallest things...items, emotions, people. I had an epiphany that this causes suffering, but the suffering makes you feel alive, like somehow, someway, you can win a persons heart, even if they don't want it to be own or don't know if you are the one fighting for it in the first place.