semi-stalker.

i never got to tell you,

but when you move,

there's this thing you do...

it just tears me to pieces.

there's this face you make;

and it's the reason

i've yet to pull your pictures

right off my fucking wall.

it's the reason...

the excuse i give myself

when i see you on the street

and i stop and stare,

just...

amazed.

amazed that no one else around me

is following suit.

now,

if i tried to imitate

the move you do

and the face you make...

i'd look like nothing short

of a gigantic asshole.

but

since you and i both know

i'm not in the business of caring

about what most people think,

here goes.

(i'm making the face.)

RIGHT?!

how retarded do i look...?!

now,

multiply the retardation

by some unreachable amount,

and substitute it with beauty...

and you've got

the perfect impression of you.

beautiful,

moving,

face-making

you.