you make me worried.
the kind of worried that makes me want to puke
not the kind that people have for losing the things they like.
you make me worried because you smile so ******* much
and right at me
like some sort of ******* laser beam
and i can't work out your motives behind it.
you make absolutely ****-all effort to see me
(meaning none)
but whenever you do
you lean on doorposts
and cross your legs
and look me right in the face
like you want to walk across this room
and look at my face
closer
and that makes me
*******
worried