you treat me like a stranger
you look at me like a lover
you talk to me like a friend
what is it that you want from me?
I obsess, I obsess, I obsess.
never quite knowing what I want
from you.
you're a mystery to me that I wish
to solve
but you're human
and humans are not puzzles you can solve
we're more complex
you are more complex
so frustratingly difficult
so devastatingly fascinating.
I want to study you
for my current subject
has somewhat bored me
yet I feel guilt,
a repulsing repugnant remorse,
for recognizing my feelings
as reality.
still I sense myself interpreting
the real meaning behind
your spoken word.
