My love escapades
don’t number in the hundreds
The only thing I could number is my thoughts of them
Which number in the millions
My mind runs a thought a second and cant be stopped
If I have ever met you
I have thought about you
Maybe not so intensely
That I give a d*** about you
But I examine you
Ever so closely
I pay attention to your details
I want to understand everything about you
I have a compulsion to want to know what your thinking
At all times
Are you sad dear
Perhaps thirsty?
Are you frustrated
Or possibly humiliated
You don’t have to tell me now
I will find out
I will study you
Ever so closely
Until I find out what you are thinking
What each of your expressions means
I know this might sound creepy but I am obsessed
Not with you
No
What makes you think you are worthy of that?
But with the human mind
I want to see what makes you tick dear
Please
Just let me take a look inside
Just for a second
Please…