Obsessions

He doesn’t understand how painful it is for me to see him everyday
The way I stare as he would merely play,
His game.
He doesn’t know that it’s not an obsession, or even a passing fancy
Too see him the way I see
Is amazing, only to me
The way he moves, the way he stands,
It’s truly remarkable how much you can learn about someone, just by the way they move
This doesn’t rhyme anymore and I guess it shouldn’t
It is so difficult to find words that rhyme and make sense together too
Oh, well, I guess this isn’t about him anymore either, is it?
I don’t know why I still put this in poem-like form
Oh well, anyway,
I love the way
He plays basketball
I laugh as he falls
I don’t know why,
I would really laugh if he did happen to cry
I feel that that’s a little rude and all
But it’s his fault for his silly fall
So clumsy
Like a puppy
Don’t know what his problem is, is he ok?
He looks like he’s lost his way
Poor thing
Like a bird with a broken wing
So sad
Makes me mad
But it’s not my fault he’s strange on the court
He’s so sheltered, like he’s built a fort,
Around hid feelings
He’s the little guy on the field
When he gets the ball, man, how he squealed!
Like a little kid
Man, I really want to get rid,
Of my obsessions.

Hair to blah, eyes to blue
But man, my eyes stick to him like glue
I don’t know why, it disturbs me too
Why I can’t take my eyes off him is a mystery like the food at school.
So odd, yet you take it anyway
So weird looking, but you look at it everyday
What is with the way
I feel?
Why won’t my heart just heal?
Get over him! I say
But still my imagination wants to play
His figure, his form,
So perfect, so warm
I want him, I do
But I gave him to you
So I must give him back
Act as if these feelings are what I lack
I can’t let him see
I want him with me
Cause I really do,
But I gave him to you!
Ugh, I want him for my own
Can’t I have him on a loan?
Oh well. I know that’ll never work
I guess crazy ideas are just one of my quirks
I still call him my man
Even when he ran
From me
I love him, I do
But he’s in love with the farm too
No room in his heart for another
Well, no one but his mother
Oh, brother
This is getting long
But am I totally wrong?
You say cute couple
But our relationship has a ripple,
He thinks I’m a stalker
Like his creepy dog walker
But I’m not
I think he’s hot
It’s not my fault that he’s a distraction
It’s a natural reaction
I think he’s to blame
Man this subject is getting lame
This ain’t over, but I think I’m done
Oh, crud, he’s coming, I gotta run.

by cowboylover
posted on 01/09/2008