We Love A Mystery

We love a mystery- The hard to get person, The impossible to possess: Makes you work, for every second of eye contact; Any hint of camaraderie, is like the holy grail, Now within our very sights. How richly rewarded we feel then, To get a moment of that attention, bestowed only upon us. While we have scarcely any energy left over at all, For even an eyebrow's lift For our own fawning adorers; busy hanging on our every word, Their self-sacrificial love for us like a contaminant, That we just can't abide much more of. And the fact that they would choose us, above all others Just makes them that much more sketchy- Who would choose us over anything? For we know only too well, our own worth; There are no mirrors left in our houses, We go out daily, our hair sticking out, Food stuck between our teeth, toilet paper tails following behind us- Stop staring at us with all that seedy worship in your eyes; It's like a stake being driven slowly through our lives.