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.