Confusion Poem by Cabaline xxx

Your words buzz around in my ears,
long after they leave your lips.
They stalk and attack my mind all day,
as I micro-analyse your speech.

Your 'subtle' actions and behaviour,
follow me, and haunt me. Those scenes,
replaying when I lay awake at night,
as I try to figure out your message.

The words scribbled on the page,
squirm around eachother, mixing together-
to trick me, to create new meanings,
as I try to work out your thoughts.

What is it you expect me to say?
What is it you expect me to do?
What is it that you want?