Obsessive

Oh, what I would give to be what you need.

To be the person to make you happy,
Tell me how to proceed.

Is this hopeful fascination or am I right in my feelings?

Obsessive. Compulsive.
It’s an itch I can not scratch.

Let me worship at your feet and kiss the ground you walk on.
Please don’t say I’m just attached.

I think I’m in love with you, but you don’t know I exist.

I’m content in knowing you’ll never know, so I’ll better myself and get over you.

God, if given the chance,
I will not fail.