Tears of Limerence

I walked in: On you two smashing pissers  
I took a look and said, I can't compete;  
Then I turned, and ran out of the bank crying;  
Then you excused yourself from his embrace
Chasing after me; and telling me to wait,  
I became the object of his laughter,  
You rose to my defense or so I'm told
Caught up with me and explained this to me,  
I said he's right, I was never sexy.  
Then you urged me to seek a therapist:  
This obsession, is looming unhealthy,  
I said I could never live without you.  
You said; I'm a much better man than my lust craze,  
Then I started to cry and sob again.
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Another poem about obsessive love and limerence. His obsession comes to a head.