If you don't like me
then why do you stare?
Are my eyes so captivating
that you need to catch them
every time?
Why is it impossible for you
to avoid me? Is my hair as dark and flowing
as your favorite Disney princess?
You are obsessed
with my attention.
I see the thirst, I speak
your body's language.
You flaunt illusion in
the way you walk
begging me to look up.
Each step is intentionally
slow as syrup. Why are you so
keen on my
wanting you?
I consider and meditate
and reconsider and finally
my moral fiber is weak,
I glance.
The moment-- I know
you feel it too.
The hot stuff in the air.
It makes your short blonde hairs
stand up.
Every time, you have always
been staring first. And once caught,
your eyes don't move
the air between
its a lockout.
You never smile.
I always assumed I was the one
stalking you, but lately
I don't know who is
following who.
