Confusion

Your words buzz around in my ears, long after they leave your lips. They stalk and attack my mind all day, as I micro-analyse your speech. Your "subtle" actions and behaviour, follow me, and haunt me. Those scenes, replaying when I lay awake at night, as I try to figure out your message. The words scribbled on the page, squirm around eachother, mixing together- to trick me, to create new meanings, as I try to work out your thoughts. What is it you expect me to say? What is it you expect me to do? What is it that you want?