I am a curious *****.
Watching in the waking moments of the morn
Reading with a certain desperation only a stalker could provide
I have an interest in you, let me delve deep into your soul

I watch you speak, I read your poetry in a desperate attempt to form a connection
The more knowledge I atain, my heart is a flutter.
Blackmail, Feelings and shortening emotional distance
"Haha, I think its cute too."

This is it. This is a person I want in my life.
I search for a way to meet you when suddenly, a thought occurs.

Alas. Nothing of interest.
What a disappointment.
In this, the para-social relationship.
My love turns to disdain.

I stare into the veiled facade the public sees.
My heart chills ever colder.
I stand here, adjacent to my desk staring into the black onyx night.
My admiration melts into hate.
Celebrities are so impersonal.
Die and leave me your music.
Maybe then sleep will no longer be seldom.