Obsession

I don’t see the need to tell me apart from you,
Not especially when each time I waste a glance your way
I could feel your fingers poking at my poor ticker,
Squeezing it tight until the clock screams
To remind you that you’ve already bled me dry
While I hold on with bated breath.

I suppose that’s just one of your shallow agendas;
I suppose it’s something you and I can’t quite stop.
I suppose you get bored doing this;
I suppose I’m just refusing to read that shameless annoyance on your face.

I wonder if you’re aware that I kissed your picture on my monitor.
You didn’t kiss me back;
The only vestige of my operative affection was your blurred face.

You should know that you used to be my background,
You used to twirl around in that rainbow of technical wonder,
Accusing me of all the things I used to want to do to you
Just by grinning, winking, dragging me to sinister seduction.
Once in a while I would absentmindedly make a sketch
Of your face, often times making it prettier than it already is.

Damn, I have a feeling you want to murder me quite easily,
Quickly and silently down to my last squeal.
There’s no need to remind you though that
You can accomplish the task with just one word;
For one time I finally took notice that
You broke my heart just by saying “Hello”.

Needless to say, you scraped away the chunkiest bit of my labored respiration. Still.