OCD

The first time i saw her, everything in my head went quiet.

All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images, just disappeared.

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder you don't really get quiet moments.

Even in bed I'm thinking, "Did i lock the door", YES
"Did i wash my hands", YES.

But when i saw her the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips or the eyelash on her cheek.

I knew i had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times, in thirty seconds.

She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right so i had to keep going.

On our first date I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating or talking to her.

But she loved it.

She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty four times.

She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on  our sidewalk and I stopped at each one of them.

When we moved in together she said she felt safe like no one would ever rob us because i definitely locked the door, Eighteen times!

I'd always watch her mouth when she talked, when she said she loved me her mouth would curl up at the edges.

At night she'd lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off, and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and OFF.

We were living the best days of our lives.

Days went by and she started to feel different.

She'd close her eyes and imagine that days and nights were just passing in front of her.

Some mornings, I'd start kissing her goodbye but she'd just leave because i was making her late for work.

When i stopped at a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.

When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.

She told me I was taking up too much of her time.

Last week she started sleeping at her mother's place.

She told me that she shouldn't have let me get so attached to her, that this whole thing was a mistake.

But how can it be a mistake that i don't have to wash my hands after i touch her?

Love is not a mistake.

It's killing me she can run away from this and I just can't.

I can't go out and find someone new because I always think of her.

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
Ugghhhh.
.
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--
That I--I
I leave the door unlocked
.
I leave the lights on
And I walk over the cracks without stopping...