Obsessed

First I don’t remember her.

Then I insult her.

I don’t mean to, but I’m used to being around rough military men,

Not sensitive, beautiful women.

She’s been the one that sent me care packages.

And she’s the one that caught my eye.

I’m obsessed. All I can do is think of her.

But no matter how many times I ask,

She’s not willing to go out with me.

When her safety comes into question,

She no longer has a choice because whether she wants me to or not,

I’m going to keep her safe...

and then I’m going to make her mine.