Ocd Part 2
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars, and she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds
her steering wheel, how she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe,
how she blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out-
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can't breathe because he only kisses her once, he doesn't care if it's perfect.
I want her back so bad.
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.
*Not my poem in any way, it's just a poem I really love*
I saw it on YouTube performed by Neil Hilborn.
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