The Crush

The object of my affection,
The thing constantly on my mind,
What I want more than anything;

That's what you are right now,
A little obsession of mine,
Everything that I want;

I think of how you'll be mine,
Contemplate ways to do it,
Imagine them all in my head;

I think of the things I'll do,
And what you'll do to me,
Oh how great it will be;

I watch you from afar,
I know you'll belong to me,
It's just a matter of when;

Does that scare you a bit?
Being someones obsession?
Being what they want so badly?

I may just use you,
So I'm secure and somewhat loved,
Even if it's only for a while;

But you will be mine,
And I'll continue to obsess,
And be completely wanting you;

But don't be afraid of me,
You aren't anything real special,
You're just my currant crush.