what is it about you?
what is it really?

it's more than
your pretty face
they are everywhere
& I love everyone
because I seem to love
so easily

why can't I stand,
the thought of standing near you?

don't get me wrong
I'm not repulsed
quite the opposite,
actually
&so; very very
intimidated
by whatever it is
that you do

what gave you the right
to do this to me?

I didn't give you
permission
to crawl under my skin
and yet you slither
around veins&
organs
my body won't fight you

is this what they mean
by "tunnel vision?"

the nights grow more
blurred
and yet you stand more
clear than ever
no one is around
and it couldn't possibly matter less
I'm enamored
I close my eyes
and feel your smooth skin

why isn't it you that feels
this way?
do I make you over analyze?
do I make you second guess?
do I make you sick with
worry& self scrutinization?

I think the easy answer is
I ask too many questions