Infatuation

Hello everyone,

I have a special treat for you tonight.  This short poem I wrote when I was 13.  I found it while I was reading some old journals of mine (it pays to keep them around).  I hope you like it.

Rhiannon Irons


Infatuation.
Obsession.
Lust.

You follow me
Though I don't know why.
We don't know each other
Nor have we tried
To get to know one another.
To build a common bond
Instead you follow me
Like you are fond
Of everything little thing I do.
Every little word I say
Is magnified in your mind
Causing me pain.

Your obsession is blinding.
It's starting to scare me.
You're jealous of everyone
Who even looks at me.
I can't take this anymore.
You are not in love.
Everything in your mind
Is built out of lust.

It's just an fixation
That has you obsessing.
For me it's a curse
For you it's a blessing
To be so close to me.
To have such a high expectation 
Of what our lives are meant to be
It's not love, it's infatuation.