Am I there? Am I obsessed with you?
You drift in and out of my life,
Your grin a caress
Your raised eyebrow a success
Of charm as you glance at other women
The blondes, the lithe, the bodies secreted
Into tiny shorts that show the wrinkles of buttocks
Not exercised, but you look and adore
While I sit, trying to be intelligent, a keeper,
At what cost? Feelings tossed, reduced
To stupidity of the one obsessed with a voice
A demeanor, oh, just the queen of stupidity
What idiocy. Back off. Stand up. Move away.
Move away. Move away. Love yourself. Hug yourself.
Be obsessed with yourself. Love thine own self.