Taken

Look at me. Then run away. Feel helpless, and fidget around. But then get irritated, as you have nothing to do. Then take the long walk back, and see me again. But look down, and walk away. 

Talk to me from a mile away, fight for hours on end. Pointlessly. Then say nothing when we're two feet away. Look in my direction. But don't look at me. Then, steal glances at me. Look like you don't want to look, but then end up looking longer than you intended to. Then smile, when you realize that you just gave yourself away. 

Walk away. Run. Hide behind the first person in the vicinity. It doesn't matter. I got X-ray vision! I have superhuman hearing too, I feel. The heart is a frail animal. And yours beats too loud, and a tad too visibly. And then you heave a sigh, each time my gaze uncovers you, layer by layer. Out of excitement, your left leg begins to shake. All that energy inside needs a way out, one way or the other. 

Turn around to see me. Turn around to see me look at you. And then turn around once again. Scramble your thoughts together, and then watch your thoughts scamper away. Hear me when I say not a word. Then tell me that I am irritating. Wish me away, and then come back to me. Read me. Then say you didn't like what you read. And then read me again. Confused female!

 Go, change your fragrances. For the one that belongs to you can't change in this lifetime. And the notes of your fragrance seep through those of your scent's like water through a sieve. I wonder how you don't realize that. Every whiff of you that fill my lungs, makes me feel like Jean‑Baptiste Grenouille from the movie Perfume.

I look up in the sky on a full moon night and see a face. But there are too many trees around. So the moon too plays hide-and-seek with me, just like you know who. But then the trees stop blocking my view, for trees are clean souls. They might play around with me for a while, but then they give way, leaving the moon alone in the night sky, for me to watch. It stays up there, stark naked, in all its beauty, with nothing to cover its blemishes. Blemishes no one minds.

But anyway, Koo-koo-ka-choo gets screwed. 

Whoops!