I’ve got plenty hyper-fixations
Cliffhangers I like drag on in my mind
There mainly of small shows or fandoms that weasel there way into my mind
I lose myself in small details or characters
They seem to envelop me whole
Mind and all
Soon it’ll be the only thought consumes my mind
I fall asleep imagining scenarios that aren’t yet to come or might never.
Soon theses fixations became of you
Your face
The way you look at me with disgust
Your eyes
Filled with deceit
Your mouth
Spouting plentiful lies
It all fills my waking hours
Filled with anxiety that I’m just not doing something right
It’s my worse hyper-fixation
That I’m saying something wrong
That I’m speaking in the wrong tone
That I
that even with all my efforts
Am lacking.
So I’ll imagine a different way to react tomorrow,
and I’ll stay up late tonight wondering
If that one look you gave me
Meant that I didn’t do something quite right again.